Living Together Observations: Part 2...

My friend, Bobtail, said she had a good time reading my first installment, so before I head out for the weekend here's part II of my observations of living with your significant other.

1: You need two TVs. You know what is a really terrible show (in my opinion, though I have since learned not to express that opinion out loud)? Dance Moms. Yup. That exists. Last week I busied myself with laundry, dinner and trimming my nose hair. The only thing to get me away from it in the future will be the addition of another TV. You might say, "read a book. Aren't you a writer and avid reader?" Seems reasonable, but I need something more active to get my mind off the fact that the show exists.

2: Dinner is more complicated. We ate dinner together most nights before we moved in, but usually she'd come over and eat whatever I was making. Now we have to decide ahead of time what we both want to eat. Not a huge problem yet, but I can see it being an issue when I want wings and she wants a burger. Rocky times ahead, people.

3: Bed time. I'm used to going to bed when I feel like it and generally it's the same time as her. Sometimes, like last night's Halo time, I want to stay up a little later. Which means, I have to do my killing quietly, tip-toe around (which always leads to stepping on a cat toy), and I can't cuss at the screen. This isn't so bad. The worst part is when you get in bed and all you've got is the edge. The edge! I hate the edge, but I swear, every time I get in bed after her, I'm relegated to sleeping on the edge trying to avoid her outstretched arms and legs.

That's all for now. It's almost 5 and I'm about to punch out (figuratively speaking since we don't have a time clock, though aren't all clocks 'time clocks'?).

Clear eyes, full hearts. Party at my place tomorrow. Be there or be square.

-M, p, z & shredder