meet the future of sketchbooks
Actually no, I still keep a Moleskine on hand at all times for whenever the inspiration to doodle little cupcake-eating octopi or happy clouds should strike me.
But I do pretty much have the best boyfriend ever. Which is especially lucky considering how terrible a girlfriend I am. To demonstrate my point, observe the following conversation:
Me [as boyfriend hands me beautifully-wrapped gift]: Aww, for me? What is it for?
Boyfriend: For our two-year anniversary! I knew you wanted one of these, so...
Me: But... I thought we weren't doing gifts!
And that wasn't all, either. The following day this conversation transpired:
Me [as boyfriend hands me beautifully-wrapped gift]: What?! What is this one for?!
Boyfriend: For our two-year anniversary! It's a two-part gift. (No doubt for the two years, he's clever like that.)
Me: But... I thought we weren't doing gifts?!
It was a full calligraphy set. Between these and my watercolors and crayons and pastels and fancy pens and prismacolor colored pencils, I am feeling a lot of pressure to reacquaint myself with my artistic side. Which means I'll probably just go guzzle another episode of Modern Family with a side of ice cream and get to it tomorrow, thanks.
See, I can even manage to complain about that. And how unfair it was that he let me think we weren't doing gifts and then got me one. Terrible girlfriend.