While laying in bed last night, Boyfriend and I were trying to go to sleep but both of us were a little too hyper so we ended up goofing off and acting silly. I started singing something and for some reason, Boyfriend very randomly said, “Aloft.”
Me: What? Like the ceiling?
BF: No, like in a house. A loft.
Me: Like you sleep in?
BF: You can sleep in it if you want to.
Me: If we don’t sleep in the loft, where do we sleep? In the bathroom?
BF: No, there is a master bedroom on the first floor.
Me: Oh, so what’s the point in having a loft?
BF: To store stuff in.
Me: We have a garage.
BF: No, not like that. We can store skis in it.
Me: We don’t ski.
BF: Just for decorations.
Me: Do we even have friends that ski?
BF: Yes, Jack and Jill ski.
Me: Oh, so we’ll put out the skis when they come over to impress them.
BF: Something like that.
Me: So what if John and Jane come over? What should we decorate with?
BF: Something religious.
Me: Got it. A giant cross.
BF: Yes, but we can’t burn it like Madonna.
BF: You’ve never seen the video of Madonna burning the cross?
BF: Yeah, she did. And then after that she turned British.
BF: She just started talking in a British accent. Don’t ask me.
Me: You love Madonna.
BF: Hey, we should steal your dad’s house and put a hot tub on the deck.
Me: Other houses have decks, love. Let’s steal someone else’s. Dad would be mad at me.