Sunday, October 2, 2016

698.

Good morning and Happy Sunday y'all!

How has your weekend has been so far?

Mine has been restful but might get busy this afternoon.

It's possible but not definite that Miz A and I will attend a barbeque sponsored by a potential suitor.

Speaking of suitors, I made the decision to part ways with the guy I'd been seeing most recently.

The countdown clock began ticking with an invitation to visit his home...

I expected a pleasant and enjoyable visit. Sadly, I was let down.

The nicest thing I can say is that his bed appeared neatly made. But as Shania Twain details so well in one of my favorite songs, "That don't impress me much".

He told me upon arrival that his daughter recently (allegedly) moved in with her small children (and a friend). I'm not exaggerating when I say it looked like they brought a tornado with them that engulfed the whole place and has yet to wind down.

Not that my abode will pass the white glove test without prior notice. It's often messy but it's cozy and livable according to my standards.

What matters most is that I'm comfortable at my home and I certainly hope he's comfortable at his.

In addition to the preceding, I noticed a few other things that set my teeth on edge. I won't mention them but they raised several red flags. Bright red.

No one displays better habits than a man luxuriating in the squalor of his own domicile.

Our last date was for breakfast a few days ago, after which I informed him of my decision. He didn't like it but he was a gentleman about it.

That's it and that's all folks!


* * *



In other news, autumn has officially descended upon our tiny spot on the globe.

The proof:

Baby Bliss and I went to dinner around 10:30 Friday evening. When we exited the establishment 45 minutes later, the air was unmistakably crisp.

I, who dislike anything that reminds me of turtle necks and woolen leggings, immediately bristled at the foreshadowing.

Baby Bliss let out a whoop of joy, being the only person in the entire universe who revels at the thought of below zero temperatures and icicles hanging from the eaves.

*sigh*

Winter is coming...


No comments: