2004-12-21 | 9:09 a.m.
and you should see him dance

do you know who has the cutest boy in the whole world? i know who, and if you think it's you, you're wrong because it's me. here is an example:

the other night around bedtime jeff was still messin' around on the 'puter, so i told him that i was gonna go downstairs and watch tv and that what that actually meant was that i was going to fall asleep on the couch (the point of this was to hint that i wanted to go to bed, but not without him, but he didn't get the hint). he acknowledged me, and i went downstairs, curled up under the sofa blanket, and turned on conan o'brien.

i watched until conan sat down after his monologue, and the next thing i knew i woke up at a quarter to 6. i figured jeff had tried to wake me, and i was a pain in the bum (i hate waking up... a lot. i hate it so much that i hate going to sleep because that means that eventually i will have to wake up), so he gave up and went to bed without me. but as i rolled over to get up and go to bed, i noticed that the coffee table had been pushed halfway across the room. that's weird, i thought. then as i went to get up from the couch i saw my jeffrey on the floor next to the couch where the coffee table used to be.

"jeffrey," i whispered.

he woke up (he's a very light sleeper), "hmm?"

"what's going on?"

"we're having a slumber party... i didn't want to sleep by myself... do you wanna go to bed?"

"yeah."

"okay."

and then he fed the cats (otherwise they'd be trying to wake us up within the hour), and we stumbled up the stairs and cuddled up in bed.

it turns out that i had been a pain to wake up, but instead of going to sleep without me, jeff covered me with an extra blanket then went and got a sleeping bag and camped out on the floor next to me... just to be close to me while we slept.

my goodness, i adore my jeffrey!