Now-hubby celebrated his birthday this past week. We went out for dinner - filet mingnon and lobster. On the way out of the restaurant, we joked about an incredibly creepy McDonald's window that had giant faces on it. "Could you imagine being fucked up and pulling up to that thinking it was the drive-thru window?" These are the kind of conversations in our 11 years together that fill my heart and make me look forward to all the future years I'm going to have with him. It seems really inconsequential, but just the way the two of us can have similar thoughts about a McDonald's window is amazing to me.
After a few things sort of coming together all at once, Frisbee is moving into the house with Now-hubby and I. Which means I've also been quite busy trying to re-arrange the house so Frisbee will have a place to be. I'm trying desperately not to over-think or over-anticipate too much about this move. Que sera sera. In the end, I'm incredibly excited to have two of the men I care about in the same house with me. I know it's going to be awkward at first, and it's going to take lots of adjusting, but the best I can hope for is that we'll be able to work through it.
The whole thing is going to be very interesting because as soon as Frisbee moves in I'm going to be going out of the country to visit the German for two weeks.
Have I mentioned how ecstatic that makes me?
Lots of interesting relationship developments, dear readers. Lots of impending updates on how all of this goes...a must.