So jason and I are coming up on our three year anniversary and here is our latest coversation. Setting: jason just got home from work and we are sitting on the couch talking. Camila: Your breath smells like a smoker after they are done smoking, kinda stale. Jason: Thats worse than telling me my breath smells like butt. End story. Needless to say, the Nacho Doritos he eats on the way home does not give him kissable breath, but I love him anyway. He is the love of my life, and I'm so glad it's him.
