So now I'm ROFLMAO at the picture of YOU looking like a walrus with twizzlers sticking out of your nose!! Co-workers peeking over their cubicles wondering why the hell you're snorting and whether to call the paramedics or not!!
Had the walk-thru today. It really is a VERY nice house. Completely remodeled & painted within the last 2 years. Very nice. The mayor is my next door neighbor; on the other side an attorney who's family also owns one of the local car dealerships; some judges on the back side. Good neighborhood, obviously. Quiet cul-de-sac - no way for anyone to do any "coincidental" drive-bys, if you catch my meaning.
SO has been the same - up & down. No, actually - mostly down. Last night asked me to come lay with him until he fell asleep. Constantly asking me "What are you thinking?" Sometimes I tell him; sometimes I don't. He's still trying to get me into bed, I've been deflecting those advances as carefully as I can - with a little bit of flirting, no outright denial, but no-go. I just can't anymore. Not that I don't want to; but it wouldn't be right. Not to me anyway. He seems to think otherwise.
He's getting his wisdom teeth out tomorrow (and another Vicodin scrip) so, he's gonna be a bear. He also confessed last night that he's scared of being put under - this is his 1st time. I never bothered to ask how he's getting home. I'm pretty sure they won't let him drive, but not my problem, I guess.
I've got some last minute things to do for "D7 soon to be 8's" birthday party on saturday. I plan on starting to put things in MY house Monday, continuing with what I can during the week, then the big move still planned for the 7th.
And Yes, with SO being a DJ - I have access to all kinds of strobe lights; fog machine, and....oooh - a bubble machine!! And I just bought a pair of bedside lamps with leopard print shades!!!!
