Manufacturers instructions

It was back to work today, for me anyway, after my brief respite over Boxing Day - it was gold dust actually; I'm just so grateful to have been able to take the day off, it was the best Christmas in many a year. We crammed so much fun, laughter and love into one day and a couple of nights; oh gosh we made the most of it, it was brilliant. My baby he's not back in work until tomorrow, which is the Bank Holiday Monday, I state that because my days are all mixed up - I thought it was Monday today, seriously, it's strange how public holidays play tricks with my mind.

Today, well work consisted mostly of checking the sales out, I know I've got a top job; it's such hard work but it was made for me, I mean a gay-boy with a serious shopping habit surrounded by shops, I couldn't ask for anything more. The hard work bit is a joke by the way, I just put it in there in case any of my bosses stumble upon this blog and seeming as I've now highlighted the fact I may well have not bothered in the first place. Anyway my concentration was so intense on trying to find a bargain, like I need any more clothes or anything else for that matter, that I forgot to get the basics. Whilst I'm on I did find a bargain, I bought a pink jumper from River Island, oh gosh it's beautiful and unmistakably gay; as soon as I saw the colour and found it in a size large the deal was done. But it is beautiful, I mean sometimes I'll just buy clothes because of the outlandish colour - I can't help it, I'm instantly attracted to bright, in your face, look at me I'm a screaming, mincing, gay-boy colour. Oh gosh, we're off laughing again, at least this time the laugh is about me, just give us a minute. I think my baby found that so funny because it is true, the colour bit and not the screaming, mincing gay-boy bit; although my baby is saying it is both, thanks! Seriously though, I'm indebted to my boyfriend because he's the one who sees beyond the colour and gives it a thumbs up or down when we're out shopping; and he's not afraid to say it as it is. I would have bought some real crap if it wasn't for his upfront advice, he's a star, I love going shopping with him, I love doing anything with him, I just love him xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo. So I bought the jumper without his advice but even my baby thinks it's beautiful, seriously it got the big thumbs up; it is the divinest of pinks, it's just gorgeous and is so me..............

One jumper to bring home with me but well it wasn't what I really needed because this morning we ran out of mouthwash; my baby said he'd pick some up whilst he was out and about today but as I work amongst shops I told him not to bother, it would be easier for me to get some. Which in practice is 100% true but in reality well, you know the story, my mind was elsewhere; talking of which. Sale shopping aside I've just been so happy today, seriously, stupidly happily; my thoughts have been all sunshine and happiness, all about my beautiful boyfriend and the time we've spent together; gosh it's such a wonderful feeling, one that emanates from my soul and dissipates throughout my whole being, it's the best feeling in the World, I'm so in love. I sent him a silly text this morning, it was just so sweet, I was sat at work having a coffee and he was so heavy in my thoughts that I just needed to tell him what I did within the text. I just love him for that alone, for allowing me to be so adorable with him, he encourages and loves such; and gives it back to me in equal measure. Of course he's so much more than that but I, I guess I'm impulsive or something - I don't know if that's really the correct word, but I don't feel the need to hide my feelings, if I'm thinking of my baby then I'll tell him and also tell him how much he means to me.

Hence, I'm just so glad that my baby's back with me tonight not only because I love him but because we're still out of mouthwash. (My baby's laughing already, he knows me too well, he knows what's coming - literally! If you're of a weak disposition now might be a good time to stop reading this post, sorry even I'm laughing now at what I'm yet to write.) Thankfully there's a natural alternative to the mouthwash you buy in the shops, I mean that stuff's got so much alcohol and abrasives in anyway I'm certain it does more harm than good; but as we both take our oral hygiene seriously (no-one really likes cum breath do they?) we have little choice. (Or cum farts for that matter. Don't blame me, that's my baby's call, oh gosh that's hilarious, unbelievably funny; oh gosh! I'm going to get barred from Blogger, but what a way to go talking about cum farts. On a good night I can emulsion the ceiling in one hit - oh man, stop it I can't type properly due to the tears in my eyes. We'll be back with you shortly.........)

Okay, we're composed now, no we're not - my baby's just said he should wear painters overalls when he's shagging me, oh dear it would be like one of those 70's porn movies - I can just picture my baby with a handle bar moustache coming into my bedroom unannounced and finding me naked. "I've come to paint your face, give you a facial frosting" he says in a dodgy overdubbed English accent out of synch with the actual movie whilst the crappy supermarket music soundtrack kicks in as I get onto bended knees in front of his paint stick. Oh dear, how on earth did we get from shopping in the post Christmas sales to 70's porn movies?

So tonight instead of the usual rinse and spit mouthwash routine after brushing my teeth - as per manufacturers instructions; it will be a case of rinse and swallow - once again as per manufacturers instructions....................