Hello everyone! :D
I'm down on Long Island with Bryan and his family. I hadn't been here in a year, and it's nice to see that not much has changed. The dog remembered me (and didn't eat me!), and everything's good.
We went shopping yesterday and today. Yesterday I went a little crazy and bought all sorts of pretty things - I got a new pair of shoes, two pairs of socks (one with an argyle print and hearts on it, the other with a coffee cup print), an Alice doll from the Disney store (she's so soft and cuddly), a Tinkerbell metal water bottle, some hair bows, and a new wallet. Today I bought some underwear (how exciting) and Bryan repaid some of his debt to me by buying me this OMG AMAZING Keurig Mini one cup coffee maker. I've been wanting one for ages, and now I have one, and it matches our mixer, haha. (It's a pretty red color.) We're going to be awash in K-Cups when we get home - they had a special deal where if you register your coffee maker online and bought two large boxes of K-Cups, you can get two boxes free. So I took advantage of that. We're going to have a million of the little things shortly after we get back from Long Island. I don't think I'm going to buy any more coffee makers ever again, haha.
I think I might be becoming slightly obsessive-compulsive about things. Weird stuff. I mean, I've always been a little weird about my security blankets, like how I hate it when people sit on them and have to tell them to get off my blanket, or if they fall in a dusty hole and get gross I have to wash them, or when I get really iffy about people touching my stuff. (I am very territorial, to the point where it irritates me if someone starts going through my stuff without my permission. Somehow, Bryan hasn't aroused that irritation yet - I think he understands about me being territorial and is nice like that.) Now, I have a new weirdness! Apparently when I eat candy or pretzel rods or anything like that which isn't pre-packaged and pre-proportioned, I have to eat an even number of said item. I don't know why. I don't care what the serving size is. I have to eat an even number. I get iffy if I don't. So what if the serving size for pretzel rods is 7? I will only take and eat six.
Anyhow, Brentwood is nice. It's very nice to get out of the north country. There's actually stuff to do here! :D
Bryan has his head resting on my knee. He's watching me type. OMG WATCHING ME TYPE.
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nomnomchuupie.
(yeah, I'm a little silly tonight)
Also, the wedding date? May need to be changed. Cue me trying not to rip my hair out. AAAGH.
I'm down on Long Island with Bryan and his family. I hadn't been here in a year, and it's nice to see that not much has changed. The dog remembered me (and didn't eat me!), and everything's good.
We went shopping yesterday and today. Yesterday I went a little crazy and bought all sorts of pretty things - I got a new pair of shoes, two pairs of socks (one with an argyle print and hearts on it, the other with a coffee cup print), an Alice doll from the Disney store (she's so soft and cuddly), a Tinkerbell metal water bottle, some hair bows, and a new wallet. Today I bought some underwear (how exciting) and Bryan repaid some of his debt to me by buying me this OMG AMAZING Keurig Mini one cup coffee maker. I've been wanting one for ages, and now I have one, and it matches our mixer, haha. (It's a pretty red color.) We're going to be awash in K-Cups when we get home - they had a special deal where if you register your coffee maker online and bought two large boxes of K-Cups, you can get two boxes free. So I took advantage of that. We're going to have a million of the little things shortly after we get back from Long Island. I don't think I'm going to buy any more coffee makers ever again, haha.
I think I might be becoming slightly obsessive-compulsive about things. Weird stuff. I mean, I've always been a little weird about my security blankets, like how I hate it when people sit on them and have to tell them to get off my blanket, or if they fall in a dusty hole and get gross I have to wash them, or when I get really iffy about people touching my stuff. (I am very territorial, to the point where it irritates me if someone starts going through my stuff without my permission. Somehow, Bryan hasn't aroused that irritation yet - I think he understands about me being territorial and is nice like that.) Now, I have a new weirdness! Apparently when I eat candy or pretzel rods or anything like that which isn't pre-packaged and pre-proportioned, I have to eat an even number of said item. I don't know why. I don't care what the serving size is. I have to eat an even number. I get iffy if I don't. So what if the serving size for pretzel rods is 7? I will only take and eat six.
Anyhow, Brentwood is nice. It's very nice to get out of the north country. There's actually stuff to do here! :D
Bryan has his head resting on my knee. He's watching me type. OMG WATCHING ME TYPE.
I SEE WHAT YOU DO THERE
nomnomchuupie.(yeah, I'm a little silly tonight)
Also, the wedding date? May need to be changed. Cue me trying not to rip my hair out. AAAGH.
