Perhaps you’ve seen my rants about my absence of motivation, direction, life goals and general grown up-ness that have plagued my entire existence. And true, all these less than redeeming qualities have been a part of my life since I was an itty bitty fetus…but there’s another more immediate cause that I’ve thus far been hesitant to admit.
Love.
Yes, Hunter is the culprit of all my recent incidents of lameness, for 10 out of 10 times I’d rather sit on the couch and snuggle with him than do any of my Real Life duties.
(Let posterity note that this is not my subtle way of saying the “L” word to Hunter via the World Wide Web. That is a relational bridge we’ve yet to cross, and I’ll be damned if I say it first…especially on a blog.)

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