This is a long post. I wanted to be as detailed as possible in case it helps anyone going through the same problems as we have had with Arlo.
I don’t mind a good photo of myself, I just have very high expectations of what a good photo is.
I have counted the photos of Arlo and me. There are 26 photos of us together.
As it turns out, after my worries in this post , I was saved from cooking for Sam’s birthday when he suggested that we get take away.
I promised I’d be back soon with a more upbeat post.
It’s hardly a secret that I am obsessed with Arlo sleeping. I’ve got a whole category dedicated to the subject.
I realise this is giving away the fact that I am unbelievably overindulged, but I can’t remember the last time I cooked a proper meal.
When Sam gets in from work, we often go through the same conversation where I ask about his day. Sometimes he asks about mine, sometimes he doesn’t.
As the end of May approaches, I have a few things on my mind. Firstly, Sam’s quarter-of-a-century birthday is coming up and I need to remind Arlo to get him a present.