The Cheat Sheet

by Sarah Adams

Bree Cheese

bree cheese....really

That lucky towel is giggling with glee.

Tf??

Nathan and his big primal mitts.

Erm ok

“Your ability to shoulder everything, to give 200% of yourself all the time, to be perfect at everything you attempt…these are not the attributes that make you a valuable human being.” I pause. “And they are not why I fell in love with you.”

“You’re a terrible singer. You make me soup when I’m sick. You bought me tampons that time I was laid out on the couch with cramps and couldn’t move. You didn’t even send someone else for them. You went yourself!”

“I love you too,” he whispers over and over again. “I love you, Bree. I love you. I always have.”

Me: Hi hot stuff. We’re in Vegas! Nathan: I thought the day suddenly seemed brighter. Me: Stooooppppp jk it’s so gross and I love it. Keep doing it. Nathan: :) Miss you. Please don’t get drunk and elope with any strange dudes tonight. Me: Gosh you’re so picky. Nathan: Damn straight. Only man you can elope with in Vegas is me. Me: Oh good. Because you’re the only one I want to elope with. How about tonight? Nathan: Can’t tonight. I’m busy. How about tomorrow night? I have a little thing from like 6:30-10:30 but after that I’m free. Me: Sure! Sounds good!

“Yes, girl, you do. Now, stick that hand in your bra and bob those little duckies toward the surface.”

Wtf