Adorable idea. Colleagues have been writing names on their food in the office fridge. I am currently eating a yoghurt called Debbie
We are just like Romeo and Juliet!! Without the suicide. And no balcony scene. And our parents aren't sworn enemies. And he doesn't love me.
I don't count sheep, I count people who are probably still lost after asking me for directions.
When your partner asks how many people you have ever slept with, answering 'what did I say the last time you asked?' is unwise, apparently.