Thanks for visiting. I'm a recent transplant to the Boston Massachusetts area, living with my boyfriend while he completes his MBA. I'm originally from Utah, I like Apple, FileMaker, writing about my feelings, and eating edamame.
My favorite Christmas present from SML was a plastic dog that I’ve named Sasha. If I ever owned a dog, I would hope that it would wear red high-heels and maybe stand on a purple box whenever it had something important to say.
Earlier this month, I told SML that his spending limit for my Christmas present should be somewhere between two and five dollars. A week before Christmas, SML increased the spending limit after I told him I owed him for taking me to work in the morning after an incident with my car that was only slightly worse than Hurricane Katrina.
I pretend that everything I say is the “law” and felt exasperated that SML was using the ride to work as leverage. I decided later that it would be best to let SML have his way; because there were days this month I thought his stress level would sedate him into a vegetable state.
The Saturday before Christmas, SML began fidgeting and became claustrophobic in the Pontiac’s passenger seat, relenting only slightly after he had taken off his shoes and screamed out the window at passing semi-trucks. In the back of my mind, I considered that I had found my soul-mate; because at that moment, after fighting traffic and shoppers since November, I screamed too.
Bah-Humbug 
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