h is a strange one...he came...he lit fire..commented on my painting (wonder if I'm just making a big mess that I'll end up painting over anyway, oh ms doubtful that I am) get this one the man who likes all white walls and thought the room looked fine the way it was said "it looks good" "it's different, different is good" do do do do (twilight zone theme)
so he sat and flipped through the news channels lit a fire..I went in to sneak a butt (only smoke in the house when the fire is lit and sit basically on top of it) h asks how much longer I'll be painting...a little bit..h says he's gonna sleep for a bit has to get up about 1 or so for plowing...will the alarm bother me or should he bring the alarm down to the couch? (HELLO IS THERE ANYBODY HOME??) I told him it was his choice.
h again commented on the dining room and gave me a kiss on the cheek??

say something damn it!!! speak!

ok then so ??? I don't get it, don't get it, and know I wont be getting it tonight though I would love a massage but wont ask cause for some reason h's massages never stay innocent.

so I still don't know what's going on here but I continue to take my stance the ball is in h's hands now!!

LL