Taylor and I have talked a little bit about moving in together, but dang, that is such a commitment. Half the time I think he only mentions it to see if I will break out in hives.. Again. I can’t help it, I like my stuff. I like my stuff and I like it right where it is. In fact, I like my stuff and I don’t want another persons stuff touching my stuff. Is anyone else out there this cuckcoo? I can’t help it, I was born this way. Well maybe not born this way, but its the way the cards fell as I aged. I mean, I hear, to know if someone is “the one” you should try to imagine them fifty years later. Yikes, I’m not sure who “that” guy is but he sure is wrinkly in all the wrong places and old. For the love of Pete, why the heck would I want him living with me and touching my stuff? Naw, I’m sure I’m not that bad, really.
But the thing is, sometimes I really need someone to take care of me. And I don’t mean in the “naughty” way. I mean yeah, once I accidentally bundled B.O.B. (the battery operated boyfriend) in with a pile of clothes and donated him to Goodwill (is there realy any more goodwill than that?), but B.O.B’s are easy to come by even on the worst of days, I hear you can even meet them online these days (Thank you New Jersey!). But, in the life or death instances sometimes I need a real partner. Like last night. Last night after dinner I went into the bedroom to change clothes, I brushed my hair, put on lotion and brushed my teeth. Heading back to the living room, I couldn’t open the door because the lotion on my hands was too slippery. I mean, I could have been stuck in there for days for crying out loud! Luckily, I just had to call out to Taylor, who rushed to save his damsel in distress. I kinda made that last part up, he mostly just laughed at me, pat my head, and told me I was “special.”
The take from? Sure, I’m okay, but those of you with “others” you’re okay too. It’s all just a choice. But as long as a vow only gives you two choices, for life or until death do you part, I think I’m probably going to have to pass. I don’t think I like those odds enough to jump into that lotto. Just some randoms thoughts, I’m moving kinda slow today.