Pouty face

EB and I recently took another mini-vacation on his days off (I, on the other hand, am on unemployment 'vacation').  We had an awesome time skiing and climbing - we even took it to the next level at a Chinese restaurant and some bunk beds. 

When we got back, I remember casually/jokingly telling EB that I was surprised that we still liked each other after all of that time together. I was perhaps imagining this reaction, but EB seemed taken aback - like, why would we NOT like each other. 


Let me explain. Generally speaking, I can tolerate most people for a few hours at a time. Some, for less. Others not at all. EB definitely supersedes all previous categories. 

So much, in fact, that when he goes to work, I mournfully do an inward pouty-face when the door slams shut. Sometimes not so inward... 


Truthfully, I have never wanted to hang out with someone so much. Whatever we're doing - pushing EB's car out of a snow coffin in neutral, EB skating circles around me at the skating rink or 'snuggling'... I don't think I'll ever get tired of that bad-boy charm.