Today has got to be the 127th day this winter that I've worn the combination of either 1) Gray pants and a black turtleneck or 2) black pants with a gray turtleneck. Me so exciting!
Regarding the ongoing(slow-going) cohabitation discussion between my Man and me - this morning over coffee we were deciding where to have dinner (his place or mine):
Leslie: Can we have dinner here? I haven't spent a lot of time with the cats points to giant fur pigs on kitchen floor...
M: OK, but I thought that doing it at my place would help me see that living together there wouldn't be so bad. Like practice...
Leslie: Wow. You really need to work on your word choice.
M: I mean that having dinner at my place would help me see how wonderful living together could be.
Leslie: That's what I'm talking about...
So... yeah. He's working on it. I'll give him credit for that. Also he's making me pizza, and that's just delicious. Especially because if there's anyone in the world who loves salt more than me, it's him. Well, and my Dad. But that's not really relevant. Mmmm... Salty meaty cheesy pizza.
In other news (who needs post-cohesion? NOT ME! STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS! La la la!), I'm getting my haircut after work. I've needed to get a haircut for a few days, but this morning there was such a floppy-nest on my head that I simply cannot put it off another day. It always hits me like that - all of a sudden. I'll be going along with a string of decent-ish hair, then BAM! CRAPPY HAIR DAYS! Sigh...
Happy Thursday. Only 3 days until Daylight Saving!!!
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men have no concept of appropriate word choice. m and i had been practically living together while i maintained an apartment for something like two years when one day while walking to the car at target he just blurted out, "you should probably just move in." very romantic. i remind him of that a lot.
Oooo!! Ooo!! I wanna play!
My "men suck with words" anecdote is that the first time I said "I'm in love with you" to B was a really touching moment with lots of kind words before it. He responded... "thank you."
And then HIS I Love You dribbled out drunkenly over time - easy to do when you're a musician and your job is to be drunk. I think it took several months to go from drunk slurred "love ya"s to sober "I love you"s.
Father of my child, ladies and gentlemen!!
I am laughing so hard at all of these stories! Oh man, it's a good thing we love them or we would never have the patience to figure out exactly what they mean when they say stuff. It took so long to figure out what the heck J was talking about in the begining... He just uses words differently from me... There are so many examples of this in my head right now, but I won't bore you. I just wanted to say: I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL.
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