It’s the little things.

Found that quote scrolling and I loved it. There was a different quote a few weeks ago that I’d loved- Instead of continuing to ask a clown why he’s a clown, ask yourself why you keep going to the circus.
So true, Max & I entirely. He’s a clown but I kept returning when he asked. Every. Time. Like a dumbass. So this one, I’ve outgrown the circus, is a good one as I think I’ve finally outgrown it. Thankfully.

Things with Tom are going well. Too well. I’m terrified of getting my heart broken but in the same breath I’d like to just believe this guys my future forever husband and enjoy that thought.

I was so worried he wouldn’t call back. He did. We ended up in the phone for 4 hours straight. I was exhausted the next day. Since then, we’ve talked on the phone. A lot. Texting is now a rare thing. Instead it’s hours on the phone every day. I thought maybe he was just bored at work – ya know – get into my head good. But he called yesterday from home too with his kids there and talked for a couple more hours. Including talking to the kid when I realized I was on speaker phone and G was throwing her two cents in.

I’ve won over G without even trying…. He told me a few days ago that their dog shit out a female item. He was unimpressed. I mentioned maybe he needed to talk to G about what to do with used products. He insisted he did and she was just lazy or gross or both. I didn’t buy this. How embarrassing to have your dog getting into that kind of stuff with friends around. I thought on it a few days and really felt like he didn’t get it and he’s a man. It’s doubtful he had a good conversation on proper disposal. Soooo, I texted G a link to Amazon and told her to pick a garbage color. She texted me back the color she liked. I replied I’d ordered it, it would be there Wednesday and if she uses it right it’ll help keep the dog out of her shit. The kid was sooooo appreciative and texted thank you a couple times. I simply replied with “you’re welcome. Boy don’t get it.” I truly don’t think the kids lazy. Her room was pretty clean – it’s just being taught by only a man isn’t the most helpful.

I’m then talking to Tom on the phone and he says G’s calling. He calls me back and I was busy. I eventually called him back….. He wanted to tell me G called and asked if they could keep me and she doesn’t want him to mess this up. To wife me up already. Over a garbage can. Later he mentions again that G wants me to stick around and then asks how we got in touch… I’m a psycho stalker? Just kidding. She gave me her number when I was there. He then asks why I thought to order it… I don’t believe she’s being gross. She just doesn’t have a garbage with a lid. Right? Well no, I don’t have a good bathroom garbage in there. And I’m going to assume you’re too busy to go buy one right now with work. Well, yeah, correct. So I thought I’d just fix the problem and help the kid out and the dog. It’s a dog proof garbage with a lid carefully chosen. I’m sure she likes the garbage but also the fact there was no lecturing, no weird conversations, just some simple texts that conveyed the purpose without embarrassing her. That’s how it should be.

Today we met up where he had to go for work. It was his only load for today and only about 30 minutes from my house. So we had lunch, watched football, enjoyed each others company for a few hours and then I went home. It was nice. Soooo nice.

While we were there he mentioned he’d be in my town Wed/Thurs. Why? Ummmm, because I told you I’d come on my next days off and it’s my turn to come see you? Unless you tell me no I guess? Of course I’m saying yes. Of. Course. I’m just surprised as I hadn’t expected you to come. I told you I would? Yeah, well a lot of people tell me they’ll do stuff and never do it. So I didn’t have my hopes up.

Hopefully, he’s really off work and really comes. I’m such a skeptic. So far he’s done everything he tells me he’ll do. But I’m still a skeptic. Totally. And this new company changes stuff. Constantly. We will see. If so, just 3 more nights and he’ll be here. I’d almost consider selling my house for this guy. Almost. (Not anytime soon, but I’ve never even contemplated moving for a man or considered it as a remote option. Until now.)

Just two more nights and I’ll get my newest tattoo. I cannot wait. I’m sooooo excited. It’s going to look to die for. Amazingly pretty and elegant. Can’t wait. My body is literally craving the pain and tattooing process.

I had more to say but I’m exhausted and falling asleep. Maybe tomorrow. It’s going to be a GREAT week. I can feel it.