I don't have long to talk today; Ned forgot to set the alarm so we're running late. I guess he has a lot on his mind.
Today is the one-year anniversary of when we moved in here, and tonight's the last night I will sleep here.
Since I've sat down at this computer, Tallulah's been on my lap while Ned gets ready. He just left, and she flumped down under my chair instead, with a sigh. She is the most aloof, most sensitive dog in the world. All I can see is the back of her, and any time I say her name, she wags her tail under my chair. My poor girl.
Last night it was warm but the wind was being dramatic, so Ned and I went outside and sat on our porch, like we've done most nights that it's been warm. Our bat, Bat Lauer, flitted back and forth in front of us. We'd planned to put up bat houses in April to attract more of them, like we were Gomez and Morticia or something.
It was not escaping both of us that it was likely the last time we'd sit there. Finally, we held hands. After awhile, Ned stated singing, "You'll never find. As long as you live..."
"Oh, shut up, Ned," I said, laughing and crying at the same time.
"I've been singing that in my head all week," he said.
I'd better go. It's late and I have to navigate around my dog to get to the shower. Faithful Reader Lisa someone-or-other--seriously, there are 100 Lisas. We have Lisa The Pretty One. Lisa, Not THAT Lisa. LisaPie in TX. Anyway, one of them. Said I should make an Amazon wish list so you guys can send me a TV and a couch, Which, hah! Okay. That sounds fair.
"No, really, June, we feel generous," she said. So, okay, here's my wish list. I know you've been DYING to buy me a TV. I felt like I was registering to get married. Which, HAH, again.
Did I tell you I'm throwing an Ima Die Alone party in December, after I'm settled in? If you've seen my Old Maid profile pic on Facebook, it's on my invitation. I haven't sent them yet cause it seems a little soon, like a wedding invitation, which
HAH
again.
Anyway I'm asking people to bring comfort food and/or tons of alcohol, because fat and drunk is how I want to present myself to the gents in the future.
I wish this were a big nightmare and I'd wake up in this house and it was a year ago and everything was fine. Also, in case anyone was keeping track, I never did line the shelves with that black and white liner I showed you last year.
Talk to you tomorrow.
Cheerfully,
June
