I Guess I’m Cheating…

With him. If I have to *does another delicious study of him* Yep – yeah, he’d be my choice.

So how did this come up you ask? Well, it goes something like this. I’m doing my usual freaking out around a release date, and Honey’s his annoyingly calm self. Have I mentioned how much this flips my hot button? No? It does. *insert me dragging my hands down the sides of my face as I do that growl/groan of frustration thing here*

Anyways, I’m waiting for one very important thing to arrive last night. The clock is ticking and I can’t sit still. So what do I do? I torture myself further by sitting next to Honey in the family room to stare at God knows what, probably another documentary, when he starts talking. You have to picture me and him sitting side-by-side. He’s turned, looking at me as he speaks while I continue to stare at the images on the TV. I hear him, but the words sound like the adults speaking in the Peanut’s cartoon.  *Insert “Mwahmwahmwah, wah wah mwah” here* Poor Honey, but I couldn’t pay attention as I was busy working on my huge pre-release day ulcer.

Until I hear:

“Hello? Do you want to go to the concert with me at the end of March?”

I blinked and then turn to face him. Concert? I’m thinking what concert? when Honey gets that look. His eyes go all sparkly and he leans in and says, “Or would you rather go with your boyfriend? Have him take you. Hey, maybe I could drive you guys that way you two could have drinks over dinner beforehand.”

Yep, his nonsense was precisely what I needed. I burst out laughing and then asked, “What time are you going to pick us up?”

He wasn’t exactly grinning when he sank back in his seat and growled, “Half past over my dead effing body, that’s when.”

Heheheh. I don’t know why, but I felt so much better after that…wait, I know why. Poor Honey.

That was last night, but now it’s poor me because today he’s working and without him to torture? I’m right back at working on that release day ulcer. >.<

Riley