I've just woken up from a three hour nap. We were sitting on the couch, smooching in the dark, and one thing led to another. Wow, was I sleepy.

We missed a party just to stay home and spend some alone time.

Before smooching, I asked how he felt about our relationship. He said everything was great and he was only unhappy that I was unhappy. I told him that if he thought everything was fine then I could too. So I guess we're all good again.

Since I really didn't celebrate my birthday in December, I was thinking of having a half-birthday party (mine would be June 6th). But now I am more excited about celebrating being 9000 days old on July 28th. Just as long as I don't have to blow out 9000 candles!