I Love You Because

I know, I know. I haven't blogged in over a week. I'm sorry. I had a lot of work to do and nothing that interesting to say. I'm not proud of it, but it happens sometimes. 

Probably the most exciting thing that happened to me last week was Jeff discovering my super-secret time-saving method of shuffling to the bedroom from the bathroom with my pants around my ankles. 

Let me explain.

If I'm about to go to bed and have to pee, I know I'm going to take my pants off anyway, so—being the lazy person I am—I figure, why pull the pants up only to pull them down again? So I scamper the 4 feet or so into the bedroom in a somewhat compromised state. Amazingly, Jeff has never seen this, and when he caught me on Saturday he burst out laughing.

"Do you love me anyway?" I asked, lurching towards him, my ankles chained together by rumpled denim.

Jeff looked at me, smiling. "I love you because," he said.

What can I say? Romance caught me with my pants down.

I Love You Because