So I figured we should change the name from “The Finton’s” – that probably should just be “The Fintons” huh? – anyway, we should change it to “rantings from a miserable non-traditional undergrad.” I’m the only one that ever posts. And I post almost all about myself. Because apparently I think I’m that interesting.
Brandon ended up sleeping on the couch (chouch) last night. Not because of random arguing, but because he is sick of me complaining on our blog about not being able to sleep because of his snoring. It sounds kind of harsh the way I just put it – I should be nicer. That’s right, I’m turning over a new leaf here. So yea, he slept on the couch (chouch) because he is such a sweet loving man who wanted his wife to be able to sleep, so he gave up his bed for her to do so. Aw. Love.
Barf.
Maybe someday I’ll turn into a hopeless romantic. Maybe someday I’ll be all gushy and pink flowers. Maybe someday I’ll be more, girly. But until that day comes, Brandon is my husband, I love him and am grateful for him, but dude, your snoring is causing the sheet rock to crack. Sorry, it’s just the truth. I’m not all gushy and pink flowers. I’m straight forward and not very affectionate. And really neurotic. It’s his fault for marrying me!! Jeez.
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