A Boy And His Dog

This came up in a Google image search for "ridiculously happy." Seemed appropriate.

In any normal situation I would never dream of coming between a boy and his dog. Last night, however, was not any normal situation...

When we're wooing a guy, women will go to all sorts of lengths to look impressive. We have make-up and tons of clothes and accessories available to make us feel sexy; I've definitely dressed the part and gotten all dolled up, but oh my god I don't think I've ever felt sexier in my whole life than when I was wearing just a t-shirt and a boy's favorite pajama pants. Nothing could have been more comfortable or felt better than that pair of well-loved burgundy pajamas while we made dinner. I'm not sure whether it was that I was offered pajama pants, that my boy offered them to me because he wanted to wear pajama pants himself, or that I was offered his favorite pair, but wearing them made me feel like a million bucks.

Back to this not being a normal situation: I'm not even really sure what a normal situation is, but I've been thinking and I can't remember a time I smiled this much or for this long without stopping. It's been 6 days and it feels like... I can't even say. I typed out a few similes but nothing sounded right. It feels amazing to be grinning this much, though.

Last night I fell asleep with a boy pressed up against me on one side and his dog cuddled against me on the other side, and there was nowhere in the world I'd have rather spent the night. I would have been happy to have spent the night with either of the two (though I'm quite a bit more partial to the boy) but sleeping in between both was like the best security blanket I could have imagined. I felt so welcome, so wanted, and leaving that comfortable place was the last thing I wanted to do this morning.

In any normal situation I'd never come between a boy and his dog, but if that boy and his dog welcome me between them I'll be the happiest person to stay.