Some Things Are Better Left Unsaid

Yes, that’s the name of my girlfriends blog…

Anyways, last night I was sitting on the Cheese’s bed before going out to dinner, and I looked over at the framed picture she has of me on the beach from last summer that is next to her bed. 

All that I could think of as I sat there waiting for the Cheese to finally be ready was, “Man, I really look like a douche bag in that picture.”

Cheese:  What’s wrong Beehive?

Beehive:  I look like a total douche bag in that picture.

Cheese:  (grabbing the framed picture) Noooo.  Don’t say that.  This is my favorite picture of you.

Beehive:  It is?

Cheese:  Yes, I kiss it every night before I go to sleep.

Cheese then began to stroke and pet the frame, and that was the exact moment that I witnessed first hand way too much information – TMI that I would have never have believed had I not seen myself.  Yeash…