Why Aren't You in My Bed?

So this weekend I went to Camano Island with Tom, as y'all know. But do you know the back-story? I THINK NOT.

You may or may not have heard of Tom and I's "inappropriate sitting" on the couch at his house during movies. Tom got lectured about it, and thus he lectured me about it. Basically, his mother was upset because we were sitting a little too cuddily.

So when his mom and my mom met (in order to let us go to Camano together or whatever) they, as moms tend to do, exploded a little. By which I mean, they "figured out" that Tom and I are sexually intimate and that I was going to get pregnant and, as I have my bleeding thing, get an abortion and die. Or have the baby and die. Basically, Tom+J=death to J.

Seriously, I'm not exaggerating. That was the result of an afternoon coffee together.

So when Tom and I went to Camano we were put as far apart from each other as possible. I was in the attic and, yes, Tom was in the basement.

It was pretty funny. We were watching Lord of the Rings and his mom came in and told us to be responsible. It was cute. The entire "weekend" was cute, in fact :)

Although I was a little let down by the way we both had to be really well behaved. Falling asleep, I was kinda like hey, where the hell are you right now, Tom? But I guess I'm lucky he's respectful. Or unlucky.

Ah well.