This has been the hardest lesson for me to learn. Just because it's an Aquascutum trench in my size for $12 does not mean I need to own a 4th trench coat in camel.

The hardest part for me has been teaching myself not to buy things thinking I'll re-sell them later. That leads to boxes of random things hiding in corners for years.

It took GF and I about 3 years to move in together. But she pretty much lived at my place for all of those years before we did.

I know only what I am told. Maybe you should call and clarify?

I just tried Jess and the cabin AND Dad's cell phone.

I'll do the stairs and the bathrooms when I get home.

What else needs done? Should we do laundry, too?

I can has waterpark Saturday?

You need no reason for cake; cake justifies itself.

The Tao of Cake?

It's totally true, so often. And then there's "What do gay men bring on a second date?" "What's a second date?"

there was a hilarious skit on Logo - "Lesbian Speed Dating" where they went through an entire relationship (including adopting kids) in the space of a speed date.

It sounds like you guys are coming to your decision at comfortable-to-you speeds... if y'all are talking about it without feeling nauseous, then I think you both will get to the point where you're comfortable taking that leap. It's a whole new ballgame, IME.

Our living-in-sin timeline was about 15 months from first date.

My new rule for thrift shopping is unless I know exactly what I'm going to do with an item, I can not buy it.

That is my rule, period. I do not Need 5 million Devil Duckies. There's a shitload of totchkes and clothing that I have in storage now, since I went on the Great Stuff Purge of Aught Seven. Part of my problem is the fact that I used to produce theater - I never knew what any certain show would need, therefore I never threw anything out. The 2000-mile move took care of a lot of the stuff, but the habit dies hard.

When is Boyfriend Move In Time? In Normal People land....lesbians are not known for normal.

Neither are theater people. For me, Boyfriend Move In Time will likely coincide with Moving To Canuckistan Time. Which will be... interesting.

I'm trying to find a picture online of the type of incubator I'm talking about, but I'm having no luck.

It's like this: [link] only about 2 ft square and 3 ft high, and topped by glass panels that slant upward in a pyramid shape. t edit And made of metal, not wood. I'll have to take a picture.

The hardest part for me has been teaching myself not to buy things thinking I'll re-sell them later. That leads to boxes of random things hiding in corners for years.

Yup. After making a "living" selling on ebay for years (2001-2003), I am proud to say I only have two boxes left. I'll probably never list the stuff; it just gathers dust. It's too nice to donate back, and it's not cost effective for me to spend my time listing it since I already have a fulltime+ job and no extra time.

This isn't stuff he *uses,* mind you. It's stuff he brought home at one point or another, thinking "I could DO something with this!" Like, yards and yards of the metal chain mesh thingie that supermarket conveyor belts in the checkout line are built on.

He has an arc welder in his living room. And an egg incubator

This is soooo Mr. Jane. Have I mentioned the Pachinko machine, the random bits of furniture, the friggin sign from the very first bar he worked in?

I do have a lot of books and a lot of fabric, but I can explain why I neeeed them.

I cannot get rid of a book, even if I hate it and won't read it again because a) I might not have been in the right mindset the last 3 times I read it and this one may be different b) I live in fear that someone will say something about the book or that was in the book or whatever, and I won't be able to look it up to show that I'm right right right.

My fabrics, yarn and thread are going to be used on a project as soon as I finish the 5 I'm currently working on or as soon as I find the right project for them.