Today has been a little bit of an odd day, involving a conversation that went like this –
Me – “I’m afraid of getting married. No. I’m afraid of getting divorced. It seems like an awful lot to go through to not be married anymore.”
J- “Don’t worry, we’ll just be together.”
Me – “That’s what I was thinking! Then we don’t have to worry about getting divorced. We’ll just be together for ever and we don’t have to plan a wedding.”
J- “NOT what I meant. That is lame.You are going to wear a dress and marry me. Besides, divorces are expensive. Let’s face it. You’d have an accident.”
Oh, if it weren’t for his disarming grin…
Then, after reading this, I became very certain that yes, I do want to marry J, lest I have to resort to advertising on Craigslist as having bedroom eyes, being financially stable, and looking for somebody to cook, because I don’t. And offering free rent as an incentive (as if his hot oil massages weren’t enough!).
I’m getting sick, which is not exactly the route I wanted to be taking when I go back to school tomorrow, but I didn’t have a map when left “I feel Awesome and Sexy and Overfed Town” and apparently took a detour to “Free zits and Nausea Ville”. Yup. So, my lovelies, ends our Christmas break, with zits and buttertart breath. Hallelujah.