About Ryan, With Mushiness

I have a wonderful boyfriend who is wonderfully silly.

Last week, we were lounging on the couch, watching a movie or something. I had my head in his lap. He looked down at me, started stroking my hair and singing to me softly: "Go to sleep, you weary hobo..."

Weirdo! I love it.

And yesterday, when we were playing our game of one-upmanship in mushy, disgusting nicknames: "You have the heart of an Eskimo sailor and the soul of an earthworm from heaven."