So my bf and I recently got a new alarm clock. We've had it for 2 days and I already hate the damn thing. I haven't figured it out yet. My bf knows this but tonight he asked me if I could set it for him.

I told him, "Seriously? I can't even figure out how to turn the damn off in the morning, I just hit every button until it stops making noise."

Side note: today the alarm was set an hour earlier than it was supposed to, and I pretty much lost that entire hour trying to figure out how to get it to shut the hell up. Somehow he slept through the whole thing, but I lost an hour of sleep and I have been crabby about it all day.

Anyways, my man looked me dead in the face and laughed harder than I have seen him laugh in a very long time, and said, "Hold up. We aren't even talking about the alarm anymore... this is literally a metaphor for your life!" He was practically in tears he was laughing so hard.

Joke's on him though.

Right before this, I told him I was going to go grab one of the left over tacos from our taco 12 pack, and he asked me to grab him one too.

Now that bitch is going to watch as I slowly eat a warm taco in front of him, because he sure as hell not getting one from me.