Hit the JaG spot!

I cooked for my friends and I went out of my way, my salmon lasagna was surreal and my quiche was gone in 600 seconds. They drank all the beer I dragged up the stairs to our apartment and that I now feel as two big knobs in my neck. That is why I hate going to the supermarket alone. I always buy too much stuff and then I have to carry too many bags to a car that is parked too far away while thinking of all the stairs I have to climb once I get home with all these bags. Le sigh.

I missed Daisy last night. She's on holiday in Morocco and I hope her mom doesn't sell her for a bunch of camels and a handbag so she can come home and be with the guy she's been trying to avoid for the past two years. Or has it been three already? I stopped counting and it doesn't matter. I'm just hoping he really did change, won't hurt you again and that the rest of your family doesn't lynch you for getting back together.

Meanwhile I'm trying to stand still and appreciate what I have myself. A guy who lets me come home after doing God knows what right in front of him. Who calls me his monkey, tells me to eat my vegetables, lives in the midst of my paperwork that is all over the place without complaining and gives me massages if I nag about them long and hard enough. And who's cooking me breakfast right now.

Standing still is good because when I keep running I forget.