HE SAID YES!, part 2
I know my post earlier was vague but it brought the basic point across. CARSON SAID YES! To moving with me, if you're wondering what the hell he said "yes" to! For the sake of accurate and descriptive journaling, however, I will share the rest of the details. The who (well, you know the who), what, where, when, why, and how of it all. Where to start, where to start...
Carson and I went Christmas tree shopping on Saturday. Of course, I planned this on an ulterior motive, but he was unaware. I think I had about twenty-seven or so mild heart attacks on the way to get the tree. It's a major question, you know? In a way, I risked our entire relationship, because he could have said no, and then there would have been awkwardness, and awkwardness never helps things in a relationship. So I basically couldn't breathe and my knees were shaking and if I were the type of man to collapse and faint, I would've. But I didn't. I managed to survive the trip over there, and let him work his magic to find the perfect tree, and then sort of informed him that I didn't bring him along to just pick out my tree. I wanted him to choose our perfect tree. For our apartment. The response?
He thought he was being Punk'd.
Once he figured out Ashton Kutcher wasn't going to be popping out anywhere, and that there were no cameras, I do believe the boy was quite thrilled. He told me "yes"! Man, I'm acting like I'm 14 rather than 34, aren't I? I'm just still in a bit of happy shock. So we... okay, he... hauled the tree back to OUR apartment and we still have yet to set it up. Oops. Well, there's other things to attend to... you know how it is. We have celebrating to do. Lots of celebrating. Majorly fun celebrating.
Do you know how difficult it is to clear closet space for a clothes freak? I'm glad I did it, because the look on his face when he saw I'd done that for him... man, I wish I could see that over and over again, I should've had a camera. It was just too adorable. So it was worth all the trouble of going nuts trying to find a way to make room for him. I've still got the medicine cabinet challenge. I have about as many beauty products as Carson has clothes. We're either going to have a second medicine cabinet built or he's going to start sharing my stuff. If he does start sharing my stuff, it means more fun shopping trips for me! So there's an upside.
Is it wrong that I'm sort of looking forward to the fact that we can now have those kinds of fights where I can snap at him to go sleep on the couch? Much more fun than telling him to go home or something. Not that we ever really fight, but we're bound to at some point, and I'll get to do my first banishing to the couch. And then I'll get to come out in the middle of the night and squeeze onto the couch with him...
Okay, enough fantasizing.
Carson and I went Christmas tree shopping on Saturday. Of course, I planned this on an ulterior motive, but he was unaware. I think I had about twenty-seven or so mild heart attacks on the way to get the tree. It's a major question, you know? In a way, I risked our entire relationship, because he could have said no, and then there would have been awkwardness, and awkwardness never helps things in a relationship. So I basically couldn't breathe and my knees were shaking and if I were the type of man to collapse and faint, I would've. But I didn't. I managed to survive the trip over there, and let him work his magic to find the perfect tree, and then sort of informed him that I didn't bring him along to just pick out my tree. I wanted him to choose our perfect tree. For our apartment. The response?
He thought he was being Punk'd.
Once he figured out Ashton Kutcher wasn't going to be popping out anywhere, and that there were no cameras, I do believe the boy was quite thrilled. He told me "yes"! Man, I'm acting like I'm 14 rather than 34, aren't I? I'm just still in a bit of happy shock. So we... okay, he... hauled the tree back to OUR apartment and we still have yet to set it up. Oops. Well, there's other things to attend to... you know how it is. We have celebrating to do. Lots of celebrating. Majorly fun celebrating.
Do you know how difficult it is to clear closet space for a clothes freak? I'm glad I did it, because the look on his face when he saw I'd done that for him... man, I wish I could see that over and over again, I should've had a camera. It was just too adorable. So it was worth all the trouble of going nuts trying to find a way to make room for him. I've still got the medicine cabinet challenge. I have about as many beauty products as Carson has clothes. We're either going to have a second medicine cabinet built or he's going to start sharing my stuff. If he does start sharing my stuff, it means more fun shopping trips for me! So there's an upside.
Is it wrong that I'm sort of looking forward to the fact that we can now have those kinds of fights where I can snap at him to go sleep on the couch? Much more fun than telling him to go home or something. Not that we ever really fight, but we're bound to at some point, and I'll get to do my first banishing to the couch. And then I'll get to come out in the middle of the night and squeeze onto the couch with him...
Okay, enough fantasizing.