The drama with the downtown eatery is all over. And yesterday's jot into said establishment went down without any kind of uncomfortable hitch - owner was polite, Didge was polite, and I learned I have perfected a state of engaged blase (there should be an accent over that "e", but snuff it)that will prove most beneficial should such a situation ever arise again. The whole thing was over in a flash, in the same way a dental appointment you've been dreading would be.
Speaking of things dreaded, Didge and I started the process of proving we're on the same page domestically (cough, cough, ahem) last night. I know we have big things in store for today, but I don't know what those things are, which means I need to get my head around all of that instead of sitting in the middle of the living room writing a blog entry. Right?
I wonder if he would object to having his future man cave be the storage room, that we gradually purge as he decides just what he would like to put in there? Yes, it would mean his man cave would be the last room we complete, but he's getting a wall of guy geekdom goodness - there's going to be a computer in the living room (on a decorative stand) that is controlling his wall of tv/music/gaming, for goodness' sake! (Hang on a sec while I bask in the glory of my own good-wifedom.)
(I just basked so hard I'm stumped with regards to what to write next.)
(Perhaps that's a sign I need to shut up and get to work.)
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