More well-wishes for -t, and Betsy, here's hoping your friend is stranded and unable to communicate because of the general state of things, but will be heard from soon, and safe. (Also, would you consider changing your name to "Besty," since that's the way I invariably type it, and then I wouldn't have to catch and correct it every time before I hit post? Thx)
Eek, connie. I hate that feeling. When we had our boat DH used to do sliding turns. My stomach did the same sort of fall and lurch it does during skids on ice. It took forever to get him to understand why it wasn't any more fun for me on the water than it was on icy roads.
He brought me a teacup last night for a second date because he noticed that I collected them when he was in my apartment for our first date.
Definitely a keeper. A guy who notices things is rarer than rubies.
Oh, definitely. Unless he's one of those guys who likes all the cans to line up by height in the kitchen cupboards, with the labels out...
I'm glad the guy managed to arrange transitional visits, vw, and good luck with finding a stable and productive therapist situation soon.
I've become increasingly irritated at people in doctors' offices and the like who don't at least attempt my last name. I know it's a difficult name, people, but take a close look at me. Do I look like I want to be your friend?
Oh goodness, Ginger is me. But much more articulate, and funny. I called my GYN by his first name, after he used mine at our first meeting. He'd taken over my previous and retiring doctor's practice. He looked highly affronted. One of those "Me, Deity" types, Deb.
Speaking of Deb, I haff peadudt budder deafbomps, wiff coffee, yumm! Okay, putting the pan away and saving some for DH. Thank you!