Have any of you seen the recent New Balance commercials? LOVE IT! ‘Course, not even new, comfortable running shoes can make me go back to a relationship with running. It was too abusive. lol Because I love sitting on my new couch at home, watching the very commercials that promote it! Yes, I have a new couch. Well, it’s new to me… again. I got it from my aunt when she moved in with her now-husband, my “unca” (I was saying that way before the web comic dude did).

In a earlier post, I mentioned getting all my nice furniture out of storage, and with a lot of kissing up and unmentionable-in-front-of-childrenpromises, Scott brought over some of his HUNKY-dory buddies to move the coffee table, couch, roll-top desk, and dining set out of the basement storage. I looked sexy in shorts and a t-shirt while I directed the tan pieces of meat- I mean, wonderful young men- and served them cold beers. It took all day Wednesday to get things settled, but it was worth it. Now, I have a enormous flat-screen tv and the great furniture to go with all the sitting on my derriere that goes with it.

Scott is officially a sugar daddy. He was a little offended when I called him a pimp, so I had to switch derogatory terms. Although, I did make a very impressive argument on behalf of “pimp,” such as I wasn’t the ho, he could wear chains and baggy pants, he could roll around in a hoopdy with the radio turned up, he could “keep the pimp hand strong” etc…      He rolled his eyes and said that I needed to be medicated. Then, he got that sexy grin on his face and asked me to demonstrate what I meant by a “ho” (I punched his arm and walked out to find more moral company- just kidding) Boys never lose that teenage mentality, do they?

He mentioned moving in together when we were television shopping. I had a small coronary but recovered. I told him that my personal space was very important. He shrugged his shoulders and said, “Okay, we’ll buy a big house, so you can have all the space you need.”  :O  Talk about sweet, caring, and not afraid to say what he wants. After a slight apoplectic episode, I told him to let me think on it for a while; he kissed the top of my head and agreed.

And… I’m still thinking on it. A House!! A REAL House! To Be bought AND paid for in our names?! I must be dreaming.

Dream On