I am gross, but he still loves me.

My gross story of Christmas cheer (it’s about poop)

(I swear he’s real)

I thought it would be best to segway into the Christmas season with a little more upbeat tale. Next week I will catch a flight to follow my boyfriend to Spain for a few weeks, and I’m really excited. He left here a couple of weeks ago to visit his family, staying in his own house, and this time I have finally decided (restrictions allowing) to go.