So, like every other annoyingly cliché couple who thinks they’re way more adorable than they are, M and I play the “I Love you more” game. You know…”I love you.” “Yeah, well, I love you more.” “Nope.” “Yep.”

It has recently been brought to my attention, by way of a coffee mug I didn’t know he ordered, that M is a great big cheating Cheater.

See?!

We had to order some new sheets, and some light timers, and he got me an apron because I’ve been wanting one forever so maybe I can not ruin my clothes when I’m cooking. But I knew about all those things. I was expecting those things.

Then I opened the box, and there was this mug! And I cried because I cry about everything sweet these days. And then I told him he’s a great big cheater. And a liar. Because clearly, I love him more.