I am cranky and hormonal today, so I penned a very loving and well-worded post about our anniversary coming up.  Bryan and I had a splendid first date, and maybe one day, perhaps the actual anniversary, I’ll share all the details of that night.  Because it really is very sweet.

In fact, we were talking about our first kiss last night, and how he wouldn’t make the first move.  He said he felt like he was out of his league.  Funny thing was.. so did I.

Not that it stopped me, though.

I need a tacky Christmas sweater.  Preferably one that is loud and possibly has functional lights on it.  Anyone?  If I can’t find one that I personally endorse, Bob will be left to find one on his own, and that frightens me.

Tonight’s “Trading Spouses” should be FANTASTIC.  I love it when people lose their minds on camera.  Makes my day.  I think I’ll be in rehearsal, though, so I’ve got my tv mate ready to record.

Thank God he knows how to program those things.  Because I am just clueless.  And it looks like with things ramping up, that we’ll need the VCR more and more.  Although Ra seems to think DVR is pretty superior.. and maybe one day we’ll actually have cable.  But after spending the weekend at my parents’ last week, we mostly ended up flipping through the cable channels and then resting on the free channels anyway.  We’ll see.

I am burning up.  Hot in here.  Or, as Nelly would say, Hot in Herr.

Prez Zee just sent me a VERY sweet email, congratulating me on the big news.  He said, “Yeah, you gave up Christmas Carol, but got Bob Cratchit AND Tiny Tim anyway!” 

So I guess the news is out there. It’s official: we’re engaged.  So much to do, so little time.

I should stop smiling at some point.

“So which couches should we keep?”

Such a simple, easy question.  Should have a simple, easy answer.  Namely, I want his furniture.  Mine is thrift store crap that I’ve picked up at the random yard sales; his is overstuffed leather.  He wins.  So that one WAS simple and easy.

“Which beds?”

A little more complex.  His bed is bigger; my mattress is PERFECT.  He has a headboard; my mattress, again, is PERFECT.  He has an entire bedroom suite, all of which matches; but my mattress is PERFECT!!  He wins.  My mattress will have to be perfect somewhere else.

“And I’m gonna go ahead and start bringing stuff over.”

This is fine, too.  Except that my Halloween stuff is STILL up (because I’ve been too damn lazy/tired to take it down), so the house is already cluttered.  And when I asked what he’d be bringing over, he said the stuff out of his hallway closet (random odds and ends) and his bike.  BIKE?  When do you ride a bike? 

I love my house.  I love this man.  But I think my house may be a bit small for two complete people to live in.

But, hey.  It’s all about comprimise, right?  He gets the couches and the bedroom, and I get a washer and a dryer.  And we get to wake up in the same house EVERY morning.  Together.  Sounds like a pretty sweet deal to me.

This is a craft we could all participate in.  It’s almost like scrapbooking, E.

But some figurines would be WAAAAAY longer than others.