about the next guy

You know I hate to jinx myself by talking about things prematurely. But... the Next Guy is definitely pushing a lot of the right buttons. There's a certain feeling of rightness I find with him. A lack of fear... if that makes sense... and he has managed to stomach reading my blog for a few weeks now so he has a fairly good picture of my psyche... and it hasn't scared him off... so that's a good thing.

But there's this one thing he said to me... and he didn't notice because I looked away... but it brought tears to my eyes...he said, "Don't worry... I'm not going anywhere"...

And for a girl like me... whose been abandoned by every guy she ever cared about... in one way or another... to have a guy who says, "I'm staying"... well, that's about the best thing he could have said. He had no idea how romantic that was to me. Well. Now he knows.

We don't know each other that well yet. It's all very early, very new. I feel like I need to give him a list of disclaimers... but... in a way... I don't think it would matter. And... for now... at least... December looks like it's going to be a lot different than what I thought.

That's the good stuff.
Now for the bad stuff. I'm sick. Really ... deep in my chest, coughing my head off... at least have bronchitis, maybe worse... and I'm going to have to spend Christmas money on a doctor visit and that makes me really mad.

Bitty's peeing everywhere and I'm about ready to put his furry butt out for bear food.

We have to smell everything before we put it on. I've spent a fortune washing and rewashing things. ARGH!

And now... I'm curling up under the snuggie and thinking warm, fuzzy thoughts.
Love and hugs.