Black Friday

So, I know I said I'd have a recipe today...but I got drunk and forgot to take pictures, so the recipe is a no-go.  Luckily, I have a good story with visual aids.

The boyfriend and I stayed at my parents' house for Thanksgiving.  We had the distinct pleasure of sleeping on the futon in the guest bedroom, which would most likely have been more than enough space if it weren't for my horrible dog.  My dog, in addition to being horribly neurotic, loves to cuddle.  As in, he tries to climb inside your skin.  And he's in love with Damian.   Like gaze-longingly-into-his-eyes-all-day love.  So the dog spent every waking moment (read: all night) trying to burrow under the covers, preferably sandwiched between us, his collar tags clinking the entire time.  Needless to say, I did not sleep well.

SHUT UP!  SHUT UP!  I WILL KILL YOU!

So morning rolls around.  I have finally gotten some sleep.  I am cuddling with Damian, who is simultaneously cuddling the dog, serving as a barrier between us so I don't kill the mongrel idiot.  He's pretty much at the edge of the futon, completely pinned into place by a sleep-deprived girlfriend and the neediest dog in the world.  "You guys are the worst," he says.

I say, "No, it could be worse."  "Yeah," he says, "I could be cuddling with a Gila Monster."  "...and Kim Jong Il!" I add, playing on his American xenophobia.

"Yeah," he says, "that would definitely be worse."  Then, hugs for me.  Because I am the sweetest girlfriend ever, not a notoriously un-American dictator.

Happy Black Friday to all the crazies killing each other at the mall.