Breakfast with my B1 in our new city before work is blissful.
Also blissful: Having a boyfriend who looks at you like you're the most amazing person he's ever loved.
Vacation was nice-but not as wonderful as it normally is. We stayed in a condo this time instead of the house we usually rent and it was just too small. I like to be able to spread out every now and then.
Rye Bread fell in love with B1 almost immediately. It was strange how it happened, actually, but I'm thrilled that she took to him so quickly.
She asked me if I was going to marry him. She said she wants me to because he's funny. :)
We know how the new dean will be-but it's not been formally announced. At least I know that I'll have a job. Hopefully I'll still like it.
I'm so very sick of boxes. And having boxes around my apartment. And smelling boxes because it's so humid. Yeah...I'm just sick of boxes.
Pudding tastes good no matter where you eat it.
I felt like a domestic goddess last night. I fixed a sticky lock, added a tap light to the hall, took out the garbage, made dinner using leftovers and did dishes-all before B1 got home.
But then we shared a bottle of wine over dinner and I was rendered mostly useless...
Did I mention that pudding is good? No matter where you eat it?