And You Kissed Me Like You Meant It
Saturday was spent eating a breakfast of peach pie that Marie Callendars gave me instead of the blueberry pie that I thought I bought, strolling around the LA Zoo entranced by the cute animals (species, kids, and boyfriend), scarfing down a delicious authentic Italian dinner with tomato sauce that my non-tomato sauce eating boyfriend really enjoyed, relaxing at the spa in the hot tub and saunas while a girl complimented me on my Betsey Johnson bikini and said, “Betsey Johnson? Hm, I’ll have to look her up.”, attempting to relax during my rough Thai-Shiatsu massage, and closing down the spa 10 minutes after it was supposed to close- I know, such rebels we are. We ran across the street with wet hair, intertwined hands, and full hearts. Our six month anniversary couldn’t have been any better.
(Except for that blueberry pie missing from my tummy.)