On the same night as the BB gun war that happened in our house, my boyfriend decided it was my turn to have some fun. This really is one of the reasons why I love him so much… he is unpredictable, spontaneous and very funny. Oh yeah, very funny. *snicker*

Being suddenly hit with a sugar craving, I got myself a bowl of chilled, sliced peaches (I would’ve preferred some chocolate), and sat on the couch next to my bf to eat them. After taking a bite, I asked my bf, if he’d like some. Without speaking, he took my fork, stabbed a slice of peach and ate it. Then he stabbed another piece and said ever so sweetly, “Would you like a bite?” I opened my mouth to take the bite. And screamed. And screamed. As I sat there stupidly, with my mouth agape, my sweet bf had dropped the peach down the front of my tank top. On purpose!! The ice cold feeling of the peach hitting my skin was a complete shock. But oh, was he laughing. I mean, rolling over, holding his stomach laughing. “You should’ve seen your face!” he was saying. “Oh, you that’s funny, do you?” I said in my fiercest voice. I grabbed the peach out my shirt, jumped on top of my bf pinning him down… which would be an impossible feat if I hadn’t caught him off guard… and proceeded to shove the peach down his shirt. But I didn’t stop there. Oh, nooo. I flattened my palm against his chest, squishing that peach as hard as I could. “Hey!!” he yelled, while I laughed my head off! Oh, the fun we have…

After we’d both cleaned up and were snuggling in bed, I couldn’t help but say, “Good night, honey… by the way, you smell very peachy.”

I put up with these antics everyday… and I love it. :)