Beer. It Helps. Even when it's in cheese.

Sometimes I don't know what I'd do without J. He basically kept me from crying all day yesterday with these stupid facebook messages and funny faces from across the room. Then he held me down and tickled my feet, dressed me up like a hood rat and marched me to the liquor store, bought me beer, made me nachos with Amber Ale Cheddar, let me win at Mario Cart and let me cry like a baby at 300. And then let me wake him up at 4 in the morning when my nightmares were so bad that I had to turn on all the lights in the house and hide in his armpit. And then told me he was awake anyways.