Guys. I know it’s been awhile – but I just wanted to stop by to let you know that I have a crush. The heart stopping, can’t live without you, wanna see you every day, kind of crush.
I know. I know. It happens to me all the time. I love people. I love boys. I love being obsessed with things.
But this is real.
I have a crush on my family.
I know that I’ve told you they are the worst. But, I lied. I want to be with them all of the time. I would rather hang out with them than go searching bars for guys – although, I usually do both at the same time.
I want to hang out with them on a Friday night and then see them again first thing Saturday morning.
The fact that they put up with me through everything I put them through is reason enough.
They are the least judgmental and the most judgmental people all at the same time and I love it.
They are the first people I text when my cab driver picks up a hitch hiker while I’m still in the cab.
They are the first people I call when I went home with a guy who had purple sheets.
They let me touch their pregnant bellies whenever I want – kinda.
They are the ones who look at a toddler walking and tell me that’s what I look like on a Saturday night.
They are the ones who buy shots of Fireball and Coors Light in groups of 15+.
They are the ones who throw up on themselves in bars and still insist on raging.
They are the ones who answer my Facetime calls even if they don’t want to.
They are the ones who I have a crush on, I just hope they feel the same way.