Tyson worked until late on Friday night, and at first I was kind of excited to have the apartment all to myself. I would watch my girly tv shows (r.i.p. Gossip Girl) and paint my nails, maybe I would even take a nap.
After I dropped Tyson off at work, I came home to an apartment that was way too quiet. I turned the TV on and had “I Found the Dress” just so I could have some noise in the background. I cleaned the kitchen, the living room, and counted down the hours until Tyson came home. I tried taking a nap, but I was either too warm or too cold. I tried doing my nails, but I couldn’t find my nail polish and I got scared when I went to look under our bed. By the time Tyson got home, I was like, “Please never leave me again!”
After Tyson got home, we went to one of the few places in Logan that’s open 24 hours to get some food. We got a free quesadilla, and I was like, “It was so meant to be that we came here,” because I think everything is meant to be. Happiness is a Friday night with free food and watching Community with Tyson.
On Saturday, I thought that I would have Tyson all to myself, but he had to study : ( so I sat by him and volunteered my flashcard-making services and tried not to sound like this girl when I asked him if we would ever get to go on a date again:
I take back what I said about missing finals week. Finals are the worst. Can I have my husband back now? I was promised a date.