won't be marriage.. and it won't be the kid(s).
it will be this damn tempur-pedic mattress topper we just got from our neighbors!!!! the thing is so freaking heavenly, that neither one of us wants to move once we get in it. i do believe that we actually had a conversation that went somewhere along of the lines of this the other night:
ster: you come here. i am WAY too comfy to move. come to me.
boyfriend: no way. you come here.
ster: YOU. HERE.
boyfriend: too comfy. not moving.
*we both fall asleep*
we are so screwed.