Dude, get over it already. Someone is Mr. Stubborn McBullheadedpants.

Dude, get over it already. Someone is Mr. Stubborn McBullheadedpants.

If his pants really were bullheaded, you'd think it would be easier to keep track of them.

The painters started putting the actual colors on the walls in the new house! I have the most lovely sunny yellow living room, and the grey green on the master bedroom walls is ab-so-lute-ly bee-yoo-ti-ful. I mean, really. With getting actual new bedroom furniture, it's going to be a gorgeous room. I have never had a really pretty bedroom! I am glad the colors look the way I imagined them--trying to visualize from a little paint chip is always a crapshoot.

ION, I get my yearly review from my new boss on Thursday and I am totally dreadalizing it.

Dude, that is so random about the therapist, bt.

I cannot extrapolate anything useful from my parents' continued relationship. They're my parents. They don't make sense. They exist until such time as they are not they anymore.

But I have a particularly huge gap in my relationship understanding, and I'm trying to fill it with book learning and the right questions. Not working so much so far, although people are helpful.

That pants guy is...well, pants.

Whoops! Was trying to search for something! I fail at multitasking!

Hey, it's Rayne!

Hey, Rayne!

I'm totally freaked out by the billytea therapist link. I thought the article was interesting. I wish it spent a little more time on the whole "successful couple"concept and info. But, and not to sound arrogant, 'cause believe you me we have had our years and years of fireworks and havoc and had the shattered lamps (him) and giant holes in the drywall covered by Monet posters (me) to prove it, I mostly felt happy. Because the stuff they did say, like, breaking up arguments with humor and the listening stuff, we totally do.

It all takes work. Relationships just do. But ours seems to be in a pretty good place now.

Plus it's fun to tell people I threw him through a wall, when they're looking at us thinking we've got it all together.

Oh, and I meant to say this earlier, but erika, your monsoon is over already? We're still totally in ours.

We live in a duplex, so our bedroom window is right next to our neighbor's porch, and sometimes I can tell they're out there by the faint scent of cigarette smoke. I'm not complaining, mind you, it's pleasant to live in a neighborhood where everyone hangs out, and the smoke is really mild, it doesn't bother me.

I just mention it, because tonight I smelled a just wonderful odor coming through the window. I kept trying to identify it. I decided it must be pipe smoke, and I must have this really happy scent trigger because it was the same brand that my college buddy used to smoke when we lay on the bridge and talked about life.

Then I moved into the office, and I could still smell it. That was weird. And then a lighting bolt struck, and thunder rumbled, and a gorgeous slow rain let loose. And I realized I was smelling the storm, and that was what the happy scent trigger was.

Of course, now the SO needs to run by the store to check it's not still flooding. But it smelled so lovely and clear and pine and juniper and mmm.

People keep asking me how Hubby and I have made it to 20+ years. I don't know it's been "work" or inertia. I guess it comes down to life without him being more horrible than life sometimes is with him. We make each other laugh and we've never run out of things to talk to each other about. And I refuse to treat him like a project or a child or less than a man I admire and respect. And he, poor dear deluded soul, thinks I'm the niftiest woman on earth and far too good to be with him (which I wish he'd stop saying, because that insinuates I have poor taste).