Time to pull out all the fuzzy warm pajamas, and my big soft fuzzy robe, and my nice warm slippers that I'd put away for the summer, and take them over to CM's apartment, so that I don't freeze off what little ass I have.
Every time I sleep over there I wake up, all nice and toasty in bed, comfy and well-cuddled... and then I get up and start shivering. He likes it cold.
This morning he laughed his ass off at me standing in the kitchen trying to wrap my whole body around my coffee cup, muttering about breaking out the long underwear.
But then, he wakes up and puts on jeans, a t-shirt, a long sleeved shirt, and socks, right off the bat, so of course he's not cold. Meanwhile I'm in a pair of athletic shorts and a tank top, with roughly three miles of exposed, goosepimpled skin.
I also need to figure up a schedule so that I'm actually spending enough time in my own apartment to justify the rent. Four hundred bucks a month is a bit much to pay for a storage unit....
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LOL well kiddo dad says find a better place , maby one with a horse pen before you abandon " storage " lol . And btw give both I and the boyz a hug from me .
The money isn't for a storage unit, it's for an escape hatch. Once you give it up, you might as well get married, because you can't just leave.
I was aquainted (as in just a friend) with a lady (about my age) who got married and still maintained a separate place she could go when she needed space.
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