I'm anxious about my friend's visit. I worry that he won't have a good time, that he'll hate my home and the food I prepare, that it isn't clean enough or that Winston will hiss and growl at him. I know he's an easy-to-please guy - minds out of the gutter, please - and not demanding or high-maintenance. But I tend to over do it when playing "Mrs. Sally Adams". (Trivia quiz time! Who is Mrs. Sally Adams? First correct commenter will get something not very valuable.)
I'm also thinking a lot about a particular someone. *sigh* Yes, the Behr has started to develop feelings for someone. And those feelings are generating from somewhere north of the beltline. It's a bit complicated and lately this object of my affection has been a bit distant. I keep trying to rationalize his behavior but then I worry that the opportunity has passed. One of my failures in my other relationships (you know who I'm talking about, if not click here) is I tend to become a helicopter boyfriend, always hovering, always asking if everything is ok, misinterpreting everything, and developing huge green eyes. I was bound and determined not to that this time around. Old habits die hard.
I'm also thinking a lot about how much I want to give up my house and move. This home ownership on a single salary is crazy. And none of my friends get it because they live in two-income homes. I know there are tax advantages to owning property but it's getting more and more difficult. Maybe it's my continuing battle with the ants or the heat/humidity or just the fact that I'm lazy and want someone else to cook and clean. Maybe I ought to stop looking at bears and start looking at chaser houseboys who can cook, clean, do laundry, and light yardwork. Any volunteers?
I'm sure there's more on my mind. Right now though, that's enough. Thanks for letting me get this off my chest. You're all a great support system.