It’s undeniably great to have someone to greet you when you get home or to have somebody warm and fuzzy to snoogle with.

Nevertheless, there are times when it seems inconceivable I could live with someone else.**

Some of those times:
-When I’m just bitchy crabby (No—seriously—it does happen.)
-When I’m wearing a lot of those analgesic-linamenty, hot/cold-type patches all over my back
-When I want (just) ice cream for dinner
-When I wear black socks with gray sweatpants. <That’s wrong enough for anyone to wear, not to mention for anyone to see.>

Sure, those items are relatively minor. I’m sure not providing examples of the major items—those could scare ME away.