And that's all I have to say about that.
(And maybe SEND WINE.)
(And OLIVE OIL. And COMBS. And BLEACH. And perhaps an ATOMIC BOMB.)
(Because SERIOUSLY, he crawled in BED with me this morning and we were all cuddling and snuggling and talking about stuff and...why are you scratching your head so much? Lemme just peek under your hair for a second and HOLY GOD GET OFF MY PILLOW UNCLEAN UNCLEEEEEEAN!)
(Are you itching now too? Good. I pretty much came here just to make that happen.)