she showed me a beach, gave me a peach and pulled out the suntan lotion
mr nice guy took what is very likely going to be his LAST VACATION EVER last week. he went home to the city of angels, golden cali, or as it was originally known, El Pueblo de la Reina de Los Angeles (true fact). that's right -- ain't no holiday party like a west coast holiday party. especially when you can wear shorts in december. mrs nice guy went home to vermont and snow and ice. look, we live together. we see each other every freakin' day, so come winter holiday time, we usually go our separate ways to see our respective famblies. it has worked out nicely these past seven (!) years. next xmas, with a tiny little squidkid to contend with, that will surely be the end of that.
not that i'm complaining. i like my regression week and all, but i tend to do silly things like, oh, forget to sleep. i blame this on my debauched high school friends who routinely close down bars and then, since this is LA, either drive home sloshed or walk MILES back to their houses. mr nice guy has not been this tired in his bones for god knows how long. he's getting to old for this. good thing he's got a baby on the way so he can look forward to leisurely evenings at home and long nights filled with peaceful sleep.
ps: mrs nice guy, who i have never been happier to see, is getting BIG. mr nice guy is developing a belly fetish. is that weird?
pps: sweet! a cursory search through the internets reveal ample troves of pregg-o-porn. mr nice guy dearly hopes his IT dept is still on vacation.