Waiting for my Skype date

So, the boyfriend left for London a week ago. He had his first day of work (marketing for some company that owns shit in outer space) today, and I'm anxious as all getup to hear about it. But where is he?

. . .hello?


. . .are you lost in the London Underground somewhere? Probably.


Anyway, here was our fabulously romantic going-away dinner we managed to scarf down while packing. Rather, I did most of the packing. And I also made dinner. What was he doing during this time? Legit question. Sorting out which socks he wanted to take with or something. . .

candlelit spinach pie with Miller High Life (the champagne of beer!) and a gift wrapped in my pillowcase

did you catch that? yes, it's the Union Jack.

Alright. Time to make some coffee and do something with my life.