I made a promise I cannot keep.

When I finished that post for you yesterday morning, I went to the bathroom to pull out my velcro rollers and realized that I had not provided ample drying time.  The result?  A semi-wet haired DISASTER.

So I promised myself that, last night, I would start the entire process over so that I could show you a good final product.  But then Nicholas came over to study and he brought British Boy along and before you knew it, it was 12:30 a.m. and we were sitting in my living room eating cereal with forks because I didn’t have any clean spoons.

I know what you’re thinking.  You’re thinking that I ditched you for the boys, aren’t you?  Well, if you are, let me assure you of one thing: YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT.  I totally ditched the re-do of the hair tutorial in favor of spending time with testosterone but surely you can understand.   And I promise that, come Monday morning, you will have a tutorial because I’m going to a baby shower on Sunday afternoon and everyone knows you can’t go to a baby shower without having big hair, obvs.

But back to the boys.

You already know that this whole “hanging out with boys” thing is fairly new to me, but can I just tell you that, the more comfortable we all get around each other, the more I notice how different boys are from girls?  At one point last night, I was sitting at the kitchen table when Gosling and British Boy began throwing a decorative pumpkin of mine across the room.  I protested at first, but it fell on deaf ears so I just sat back and waited for the inevitable.  Let’s just say that there’s now one less decorative pumpkin sitting on my kitchen table and a pile of fake pumpkin pieces for me to pick up when I get home tonight.

The real highlight of the evening, however, came when Nicholas asked me if I had an extra pillow he could take back to his apartment seeing as he lost his pillow a couple of weeks ago.  When I went into my laundry room to grab one for him, I happened to spot the infamous Snoogle that I fell in love with all those months ago. I grabbed it too and proceeded to convince him to lay down in the floor so I could show him how truly great the Snoogle can be.

I think the picture says it all, but just in case it doesn’t, allow me to help interpret it: HE LOVED THE SNOOGLE.

He so loved it, in fact, that he continued to bond with the Snoogle for quite a good length of time.  Being the quick thinker I am, I snuck into the kitchen to grab my camera and grabbed a little footage for you whilst he lay there unaware of a camera capturing his every move.

Sorry for posting that, Nicholas.  But there’s a former decorative pumpkin laying in a pile on my kitchen counter that needed a bit of vindication for its untimely and unneccessary death.

The funniest part of the night (morning?), though, was when the boys got ready to leave.  I was in the other room and, when I came into the kitchen to say goodbye to them, Nicholas was not only holding the regular pillow I had given him to take home, but had wrapped the Snoogle around his body so that he could take it home, too.  I ever so delicately mentioned that I didn’t, you know, offer him the Snoogle but Nicholas just gave me a blank stare and proceeded to head out towards his car, clutching the Snoogle all the way.

Gosling, all I’ve got to say is that you better be glad my twin bed doesn’t have room for me and the Snoogle, or you’d have been sleeping alone last night.