Marinovio ... No I live with forgiveness, Santi, hahaha!
But occasionally we live in "sin." Some weekends, or holidays.
The fact is that I see (and he, too, but hides) I'm a mess.
I'm unusual, I admit it!
always hated cooking. I prefer clean as a slave, a thousand times!
The issue is that he cooks very well, he enjoys it and says that when you love someone, cooking is a good show. One puts commitment, dedication, wave, because it is for the person to whom you want.
Ok, so good, but lately I burn what I cook.
not lack of love, but I appreciate that it is lack of desire. I do not like!
Another thing I blame are generating plants.
I like but forget they need water to live. And Sam has too many (for my taste). When
Travel will ask me, strongly, that the water.
I forget, and when I fall, floods and other (to be to compensate for my dismissal ???).
Of the dogs do not need to tell me, are rottweilers (very loving by the way) and I'm not crazy enough to risk being dog food. So I never forget to feed them.
I'm too organized in my life. I need to plan everything.
But what I have of organized leaves me to hell when it comes to clothes.
My closet is a mess. Moreover, iron the clothes before leaving because it takes me neatly, stash.
That means the closet becomes Santi in a tsunami when I search my own.
He is too tidy (for colors, seasons, etc).
To this we must add me to sleep equivalent to know defense.
asleep I'm so bad that I can fight with the bed and who is on top of it (this happens to me more when I'm tired, do not know why), I say bad when I wake up and still did not rest enough (sometimes I do asleep and did not remember anything and sometimes, well aware). And grabbed sheets, blankets, whichever!
do not know how pneumonia did not kill him yet.
But there is something that eats away at me: How, despite this and more, he wants to still try to live!
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