Well, when H called me after class, I just gave up and asked him what the surprise was. He sounded confused that I had missed it--then asked me how my door lock was. It had been sticking really badly. So I went back to the door, and started fiddling with the lock--and, well, he had sprayed some stuff in the lock to lubricate it, so now it turns nicely again. I guess I was so excited to get inside, I missed the obvious.

After H got home (and he gave me a big hug) his phone rang. It was xrm. I was hoping she had gone away! Ah, well. Not so lucky. So he went outside to take the call. He wasn't gone long. He didn't tell me what they said, and I was trying not to be nosy, so I didn't ask.

We had just started to fool around....when the phone rang again. (Guess who...) He made a face, and decided to ignore it. And it rang again. So we went in the other room. A few minutes later it rang a third time before it finally stopped.

H cracked he should have just grabbed it, as if he didn't know who was calling, and said "I'm busy trying to have sex with my wife right now." Yeah, that would have been good to do with the crazy person.

He didn't check his vmail for a while. I finally had to ask him what she had said on the phone to him earlier. I apologized, just said that it made me feel more reassured. He said he hadn't intended to keep anything from me, just thought it wasn't important. (And my curiosity was killing me.)

She had wanted to know "what he was doing." H asked her why she was always so concerned about his activities. He told xrm that she was starting to freak him out. That she needed to stop. That he really hated it when she called him in the mornings to wake him up. That he still wanted to meet her somewhere, but that he would call her, not for her to call him. So, really, not much of a conversation anyway. (Although she did keep calling him back. I'm dieing to know what was in the vmail.)

He did complain some more about how irresponsible she was. How she rarely paid her share of the bills. How she took things of his that he wanted back. (Or, at least, lost them--a sheath to a decorative knife, some nice drawing pencils, that sort of thing.) How, at one point, he even needed to borrow money from me to pay his rent. (Now, I am sooo glad I did that--he was more than greatful, he actually paid me back, and it made him madder at her. ) And how she never even paid him for the last month that she was there. He even commented "She is so weird--how did I not see this before?" (Ha! I remember him telling me that "he knew her pretty well" right after he moved her in, when I voiced concerns about him getting the land line in his name, since she actually didn't have good enough credit to do it herself.)

I never made it to the gym. We were curled up together for too long. (My LL being touch.) I'm going to stop waiting on him to go the gym on the nights he has class. We never get past the "I missed you" cuddling in time, on those nights.

H also said, twice while we were laying down, that he wanted a baby....

BIL2 then called, something about rearranging H's stuff in the garage. H then talked to him about moving the love seat into my apartment, before going over to the house.

I decided to finish what I had started earlier--waxing the floors. I figured I had enough time, since it only takes 20-30 minutes to dry (according to the bottle), and it's 10 minutes one way to the house. So at least 20 minutes of driving, plus whatever time to load the truck and then unload it at my place.

Well...I was wrong. Maybe I put it down too thick. I don't know. So they show up with this love seat, and the wax in front of my door isn't dry. Whoops!

It was pretty comical--watching them stretch so as not to touch the part of the floor where the wax was still wet. BIL2 had one foot in the doorframe, and one on the carpet, while they moved the couch in. LOL. It was very sweet of them to go to all of the effort because of my miscalculation. (And fixing the wax would have been a pain in the butt.)

H left with BIL2 again, but said he would be back, since they don't like to run the AC over at the house. I had to go to bed, then. Not sure when he came in, but it was late, and I was pretty asleep. But it's still nice to wake up with him there--although it always makes me want to stay in bed.

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