In that little shoebox apartment we lived in, the living became not so fun, which meant the sin suffered.
Hee.
Ahhhh...the good ole days.
Still haven't gotten a hold of anyone yet to see when they are coming home.
Of course, my mom's answer will be, "What does it matter? You should be keeping the house clean anyway." To which I want to respond, "YOU don't keep your house clean. It's the cleanest it's been since Jess moved out! Now go back up north."
Har. I won't live in sin, not because I think that there's anything wrong with it, but I just want to save it for marriage.
Of course, my mom's answer will be, "What does it matter? You should be keeping the house clean anyway." To which I want to respond, "YOU don't keep your house clean. It's the cleanest it's been since Jess moved out! Now go back up north."
Cracked me up the first weekend they went up north.
Aimee's Mom: And I expect the house to be clean when we get back. Clean according to my standards.
Me: (What I didn't say aloud) Hah! You've never had to clean to Aimee's standards. I assure you, your standards will be a cakewalk after all these years with your daughter. Hell, I'll have time to finish my book and take a nap if all I'm shooting for is your mere mortal standards.
(What I did say aloud) Of course. Sure thing.
Sure enough, when they got back, Aimee's mom went out of her way to let us know the house looked GREAT!! Which was very nice of her.
I tried not to smirk.
Save the sin for marriage, Vortex??
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.
NOT that I have any intention of moving in with anyone anytime soon. At all. (Seriously, even if K and I WERE dating again, I can't imagine). But I figure my automatic reaction to anything involving committment is nausea and hyperventilation. So I need outside comment to know if it's normal or if I need to get over it. Like, clearly moving in after a month is crazy (even if sometimes it works out). Waiting years and years, I'd need to get over it. But where in between does it go from being crazy to being normal? That, I would need help with. I figure better to get the info ahead of needing it...
But I figure my automatic reaction to anything involving committment is nausea and hyperventilation.
It could be a reaction to the specific commitment rather than to Commitment in general. You know what I mean? It may just not have been right for you at whatever place in time it happened...?
Am I talking out of my ass? Perhaps. However, I have also just had cake. Whoo!
Some nice person gave me a box of After Eight dinner mints this morning. No idea who. No one is fessing up.
They are one of my favorites. And only a handful of people (until now) know that. So wierd. And I'm eating them like crazy.
They are full of chewy, mint flavored crack.
Mmmmmm... Co-worker is currently making bruschetta with tomatoes that were grown in another co-worker's garden. YUM!
Save the sin for marriage, Vortex??
Marriage = all sin, all the time. Since we'll be doing it for pleasure, not kids :)
Mmmm!
Yay! I gets waterpark again on Saturday!!
t hands Aims bruschetta, waits patiently for minty goodness