So I was sitting on the bed folding a load of clothes and watching the television. Some show about criminals or something.
Master walked over and said “Are you watching this?” and without waiting for an answer, flipped the channel.
”Well, I was.” I said, shrugging.
He looked at me, said “Only because I love you so much.”, turned the channel back to my show and walked away.
It’s official. He loves me too much.
Being loved too much is an absolute death sentence to M/s. At least to my type of M/s it is.
I know I shouldn’t read so much into one simple gesture. But I wouldn’t be the drama queen I am if I didn’t overreac-
Wait. Forget all that.
Yesterday I promised an easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy post today. With pictures.
Check back in a bit.