OK!

I tried some lands End dresses but they were weird on me. I kept the cost though.

didn't realize you could have Hep C and not know it. I know someone with Hep C and it was a real problem (until the current treatment regime was developed), so I thought it always caused symptoms.

No, it's often asymptomatic, but can still be doing damage to your liver while you don't realize it.

I got this one [link] last week (on slightly less sale?) and it's so good on me, I'm going to get at least one more!

Pretty! And such a good deal.

I've been screened for Hep C (and B and probably A) a few times, but I think I am more at risk than Lee. Negative for all the hepatitises so far, which is nice.

That xkcd makes me happy

But...I hope I'm not being too intrusive, or that I am going senile because you've addressed this before...have you guys had the, "Yeah, we think marriage is a thing we wanna do one day" talk?

We did, and it included Tim asking, "Isn't that something I'm supposed to surprise you with?" To which I reponded, "I think making sure we're on the same page is way more cool than a bad romantic comedy."

And after that discussion I pretty much let it drop, because my takeaway from that was that I maybe shouldn't be pushy about it. (I knew he was ridiculously fucking slow about everything when we got together. I knew what I was getting into.)

I admit, I would have liked a proposal. Very much. And a more weddingy wedding, and like, a ring and a honeymoon. But OTOH, D might have been sitting around with his thumb up his ass for another six months.

Yeah. See above, re: ridiculously fucking slow.

All that said...

Total honesty time, here: when we were on vacation this year (in June), one night towards the end of vacation, Tim and I went out on the big long pier by ourselves, at his suggestion, and I got this weird idea that he might propose, and IT SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME. Not in an excited way; in an "Oh, no no no no NO please" way.

Which I didn't expect. So I guess Tim being slow about it is fine. Which is kind of hypocritical in the face of me being all upset that he didn't propose on Christmas because I made a wrong assumption based on hearing half a phone conversation. (Which is the part that feels like a Kate Hudson movie.)

I don't recall actually being tested for Hepatitis per se, but I get regular screenings for liver function since I'm freakishly sensitive to cholesterol meds (and doing away with NSAIDs is not an option without a brain transplant!). So I think I'm covered in a roundabout way.

I would have liked a proposal, given that my DH is a writer and all, but I got an apology. Out of the blue as we were sitting around the house I got said in a very hangdog fashion: "So, I want us to be married, but I just don't want a wedding. I'm sorry." Poor guy was so worried about not having a wedding, and didn't see that the married part was the cool part for me.

This is the perfect time to tell me to shut up without divulging any further information, but do you want to be engaged, Steph? If so, would you being the one to ask not make it right?

Here's a teeny WTA article on the cuz whose wedding I missed and a shitload of her international photos:: [link]

The helper made unsweetened cornmeal porridge for me today! I'm going to call the patty and coco bread I bought for her yesterday a good investment in our relationship. If I knew what to prepare for her, and it would be remotely appropriate, I would totally prepare food for her.

But she's got a pretty good gig here. No kids to mind, no animals, just two retirees, and my mother at least is pointedly trying to make the class distinction not so bad, and my sister is pointedly throwing the class distinction out the window at least within our walls, and they sass at each other continually.

"So, I want us to be married, but I just don't want a wedding. I'm sorry." Poor guy was so worried about not having a wedding, and didn't see that the married part was the cool part for me.

This is pretty much me. I'm not opposed to a wedding (well, if it were tiny, like just us and our immediate families), but my social anxiety actually makes me loathe the idea (everyone will fucking HUG me and I might die from it). I don't really give a crap about being a *bride*; I just want to be his *wife.*

This is the perfect time to tell me to shut up without divulging any further information, but do you want to be engaged, Steph? If so, would you being the one to ask not make it right?

I do want to (well, I'd be fine with us jumping right to being married), but I got the feeling from him that he wants to be the one to ask. Even though he's SLOW AS HELL.

So unsweetened cornmeal porridge is better than sweetened? Huh.

Me, I had cream of wheat for breakfast with sugar and butter and maple syrup. And I took the day off, because even a quiet day at home is better than a day UTTERLY BORED at work. Except it won't be a quiet day at home: I'm going to call the plumber and the movers and the landscaping company. And go climbing with my niece. And take the dog for a long walk. And clean my house and go to Good Will. And maybe even line up a storage facility so I can start moving crap out of my garage.