Sleeping in til 10am is great. Talking to my boyfriend til noon is better.

Running around to the store and making brownies to suck up to his parents is rockin’ awesome.

Picking a fight with him about the old testament while he’s fixing a hole in his roof is not necessarily the smartest thing in the world.

Honestly, I thought I used to enjoy living off this chaotic crap. Now it just drains me.

Especially since I walked in the door to his house, announced to his mother that I had to leave before I killed her son, who has “something wrong with his head” and then slammed out the door.

Brilliant.

Then I called him on his cell and argued with him some more.

All this before we were supposed to go bowling.

At 5pm I got a call from him. The parental units were gone, and he was going to take a nap. Would I come over and take one with him?

Sure I would, as soon as we finished arguing. *sigh* I think I have a difficult time letting things go. Especially when I’m pissed off.

Nap time turned into late evening, when I made dinner for him and we talked a bunch. At 11:30p we headed out to the ever-elusive bowling alley. This is the second weekend we’d planned to bowl, and the second weekend where we just couldn’t seem to make it. Weird.

Bowling is just not in the cards.

But snuggling is. And talking. And volatile “discussions.” And tempers and cuddles. We are one weird couple.

But I wouldn’t trade him for the world.

Happy,

michelle