Instead, it's the one where Lloyd cooks a mean steak dinner, we all go to the beach in the middle of the night, and nearly lose 2 pairs of (really nice) sandals. It's the one where Billy gallantly says that at least mine were recovered, and that's good enough for him.
It's the one where we end up sleeping on my livingroom floor, although Lloyd offers us the couch. And in the morning, I dash out for a bit to take the kids to school and come home to finally squeeze in some alone time with the bf.
Thank goodness I get along so famously with the ole college buddy, because I'm quite sure he's going to be around for nearly all of our 'couple time' while he's in town.
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