I was sitting in my kitchen this morning, sipping my cup of coffee, looking at all the things I will miss when I sell this house, and I got to thinking; "What is the most dangerous thing in a kitchen?" You would automatically say knives, or the cleaning supplies under the sink, or maybe even the stove since you could burn your self or it could explode during the night and your house would go up like the forth of July ( yes, I have a gas stove/oven), but I thank the most dangerous thing in a kitchen is the crock pot.
This simple, unassuming kitchen appliance is supposed to save you time by cooking a meal while you are out. That's actually quite a convenience. But what if you have a home office like I do ? On these cold mornings I might put a pork roast, some apricots, some bbq sauce, tomatoes, some onions and maybe a little garlic in the crock pot and put it on low for a full day of simmering knowing that in the evening I will have pulled pork I can serve my family. I get up at 7a.m. to get it started. By 9a.m. it is starting to smell like something is cooking, and I am looking at the banana I am eating for breakfast and thinking, " this should really be oatmeal with lots of brown sugar." By 11 a.m. the kitchen is starting to smell wonderful, and I am rooting around in the bread drawer for toast. My one o'clock it's diet be damned. The house smells like delicious food but I know I can't open the crock pot until at least five o'clock, so I open every other cupboard, drawer, and hiding place in the house, gobbling whatever I can find. By the time the pork roast is ready, I look at feel like Petunia Pig after an all night binge. However, since I have been smelling pork all day, I have to force down a pulled pork sandwich on a soft roll..... it's almost cannibalistic!
I think, while I am packing up the kitchen, I will leave the crock pot behind. Let someone else's butt get gigantic !
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Grandmas Don't Tweet !
There are a lot of changes going on in my life right now. My financial planner has again insisted that I put my family home, which my grandparent's built over 85 years ago, and which my late-husband and I purchased from my dad when the kids were small, up for sale. I can't afford the upkeep on such an old home, I don't really need the space although it is not all that big ( 3 bed 2 bath), and I guess I should listen to my financial guy, but it is so very sad not to mention that it is the worst real estate market since the dawn of time. The house will list on November 11 and I am currently packing boxes of stuff since the real estate agents told me not to have any personal things out -- photos, paintings, etc. I am nearly paralyzed with sadness at the end of each day.
Add to that the fact that the printing/publishing industry ( my industry ) is dying. Thanks to electronic media, people are just not buying printed books... which means my clients are ordering less and less. I simply cannot make ends meet and keep two kids in college.... which is something I will not compromise on. My kids' education is the first and foremost important part of my life, even if I end up living in a box.
I have been looking for job opportunities and have been really surprised by the ageism out there in the corporate world. I am 49-years-old and almost everyone says if I don't find another job before I turn 50, I may as well give up ! I today talked to an old client who used to work for a very well-known retail kitchen store that actually started in Sonoma, and he said that a few years ago they laid off everyone over fifty from the corporate office to bring in, as he puts it, "self-important 35-year-olds." I am finding that everyone hiring thinks that if you don't tweet or twitter, you aren't "with it" enough for a job. What happened to knowing your customer ? Let's say you are a well known, very high-end kitchen store. Is someone going to come in to your store because they got a tweet from Kim Kardashian saying she bought a $1,000.00 espresso maker at your store ? Somehow I seriously doubt it. Who is shopping at your store is people who have always shopped there, who know the quality, and who have the money to pay for the items. This is not just the dot comers. It is also the older retired people who have saved their money, know the value of quality, and are willing to spend to get that quality and company name. Is today's bride going to register at a store that is known for quality, or is she going to go on a bridal registry web site and electronically register for her bridal wants and needs? It is the bride's mother ( probably my age or older ) who is going to insist that the bride actually go in to a few well-known, name brand stores and personally select things for their registry, because her friends, and grandma's friends who will all be invited to the wedding are not all that comfortable purchasing gifts over the Internet, and will want to go in to a store that they know and feel comfortable in, look at what the bride has chosen, and make a purchase with an actual human being. Customer service, baby, that's what it's still all about. Mom and grandma don't want to tweet and twitter. They don't want to go on face book to learn about their daughter's registry. They want to shop at a real store, talk to a real human, and walk out feeling happy with their purchase.
Bonus if they get to talk to someone their age ! WAKE UP CORPORATE AMERICA.
Add to that the fact that the printing/publishing industry ( my industry ) is dying. Thanks to electronic media, people are just not buying printed books... which means my clients are ordering less and less. I simply cannot make ends meet and keep two kids in college.... which is something I will not compromise on. My kids' education is the first and foremost important part of my life, even if I end up living in a box.
I have been looking for job opportunities and have been really surprised by the ageism out there in the corporate world. I am 49-years-old and almost everyone says if I don't find another job before I turn 50, I may as well give up ! I today talked to an old client who used to work for a very well-known retail kitchen store that actually started in Sonoma, and he said that a few years ago they laid off everyone over fifty from the corporate office to bring in, as he puts it, "self-important 35-year-olds." I am finding that everyone hiring thinks that if you don't tweet or twitter, you aren't "with it" enough for a job. What happened to knowing your customer ? Let's say you are a well known, very high-end kitchen store. Is someone going to come in to your store because they got a tweet from Kim Kardashian saying she bought a $1,000.00 espresso maker at your store ? Somehow I seriously doubt it. Who is shopping at your store is people who have always shopped there, who know the quality, and who have the money to pay for the items. This is not just the dot comers. It is also the older retired people who have saved their money, know the value of quality, and are willing to spend to get that quality and company name. Is today's bride going to register at a store that is known for quality, or is she going to go on a bridal registry web site and electronically register for her bridal wants and needs? It is the bride's mother ( probably my age or older ) who is going to insist that the bride actually go in to a few well-known, name brand stores and personally select things for their registry, because her friends, and grandma's friends who will all be invited to the wedding are not all that comfortable purchasing gifts over the Internet, and will want to go in to a store that they know and feel comfortable in, look at what the bride has chosen, and make a purchase with an actual human being. Customer service, baby, that's what it's still all about. Mom and grandma don't want to tweet and twitter. They don't want to go on face book to learn about their daughter's registry. They want to shop at a real store, talk to a real human, and walk out feeling happy with their purchase.
Bonus if they get to talk to someone their age ! WAKE UP CORPORATE AMERICA.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
movies to grieve by !
Feeling pretty depressed and unloved today. I am not sure why! Perhaps it is because my son is here to "see me" but is really out all day with his cousin.... he just needed my car apparantly ! He left this morning while I was at jazzercise and has been out all day. I hate being housebound. After all the laundry and cleaning is done, and I finished my book, I didn't know what to do with myself. Decided to take a walk and found myself at the cemetary talking to my husband's grave. Not exactly a cure for depression. I did thank Todd for loving me for all those years, and that felt good.
I thought maybe I would go bug Mr. Blind for a while, because I didn't get to spend time with him yesterday since my son was here, but he is busy watching a "Breaking Bad" marathon. So, I'm not as important to him as a tv program ? Not a good sign !
Instead of having a good time going out, I am sitting home watching Bridget Jones' Diary, which is not a good thing to watch if you are feeling sorry for yourself. The whole opening scene with Bridget lip-synching "all by myself" was way too familiar. Besides, it made me want a drink quite badly ! Okay, I did pour myself a glass of wine, but it was after 5:00. Quite a good glass of wine in fact; Overture, which was luckily left here after the party my sister threw last week at my house for her husband and her friends. Amazingly, Overture red wine goes quite well with pumpernickel pretzel sticks and pub cheese, but don't tell the wine maker. I am sure he would be appalled with that pairing !
What other movies shall I watch, to put myself into a depression coma? How about Steel Magnolias. That's a real tear jerker. Maybe Love Story ? or Philadelphia ? I've never seen Dr. Zhivago, but that's depressing too, isn't it ? I could really work myself into a nice puddle of depression if I can download them all on the instant netflix queue !
I thought maybe I would go bug Mr. Blind for a while, because I didn't get to spend time with him yesterday since my son was here, but he is busy watching a "Breaking Bad" marathon. So, I'm not as important to him as a tv program ? Not a good sign !
Instead of having a good time going out, I am sitting home watching Bridget Jones' Diary, which is not a good thing to watch if you are feeling sorry for yourself. The whole opening scene with Bridget lip-synching "all by myself" was way too familiar. Besides, it made me want a drink quite badly ! Okay, I did pour myself a glass of wine, but it was after 5:00. Quite a good glass of wine in fact; Overture, which was luckily left here after the party my sister threw last week at my house for her husband and her friends. Amazingly, Overture red wine goes quite well with pumpernickel pretzel sticks and pub cheese, but don't tell the wine maker. I am sure he would be appalled with that pairing !
What other movies shall I watch, to put myself into a depression coma? How about Steel Magnolias. That's a real tear jerker. Maybe Love Story ? or Philadelphia ? I've never seen Dr. Zhivago, but that's depressing too, isn't it ? I could really work myself into a nice puddle of depression if I can download them all on the instant netflix queue !
Friday, September 17, 2010
International
We've gone International ! I received a comment from Linda in Canada, letting me know that she reads and likes my blog. THANK YOU LINDA. It is GREAT to hear from you, and I am so happy you are enjoying reading my blog. It is really fun to know that someone outside of my circle is reading this. HOORAY. TELL YOUR FRIENDS !
Weekend best wishes,
Domini
Weekend best wishes,
Domini
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Identity & Underwear Theft
It seems as though there are a few too many bloggers using the title "Dom's life" in some way, shape or form. Of course when you put Dom's-life in google search, using the hyphen, mine comes up first...... but I was surprised to see how many others there were. So with that in mind, I am thinking of changing then name of my blog.
What comes to mind initially is Widow Speak ( kind of a play on words for widow's peak) but I don't know. Any thoughts ? Please chime in with your name suggestions.
It's been a long time since I have blogged, because I have once again been accused of "sharing too much" and told to just "keep things to myself" from various and sundry people..... okay, mostly from my mom and she doesn't even read my blog, but somehow every time I type I hear her voice in my head ! How is it that my own kids don't listen to a damn thing I say, but I, at almost 50-years-old, still hear my mother's voice in my head telling me what to do... and I listen ! CRAZY.
Let's see, what is there to share. Oh, I know, there was a BONFIRE ! No it was not a "before the big game" bonfire where everyone is wrapped in blankets and drinking out of a flask, cheering for their team. It was not a romantic evening on the beach bonfire. It was not even a burn day, as far as I know. What it was is a ritualistic burning of Mr. Blind's underwear, and no, I didn't do it in a fit of rage. I didn't do it at all, though it would be a really good revenge tactic. The firebug, who is definitely NOT on Smokey the Bear's friends list right now, was my son.
It all started because we, ( my son and myself ) got in an argument about underwear. You would think I would know better after all of these years than to get in arguments with my childen, but old habits are hard to break. You would also think that when he comes here, unannounced, for the weekend, he would know to
bring the same number of underpants as the number of days he is staying. It's not rocket science. One clean pair a day should do it. Instead it is the incredulous voice asking me why, even though he doesn't live here anymore, I don't have clean underwear for him in his drawers for when he comes home. What kind of mother am I that I don't have a shrine erected in his room, complete with every convenience item he may need ? And like an idiot I feel badly and go to the store to get underwear for him ! And like an idot I get the wrong size ( clearly the store should NOT put children's underwear in the grown up section without labeling it as such), and that causes a whole other round of shouting. Back to the store I go, but while I am gone my son decides to go through my drawers, I guess looking for his father's underwear to put on. Mind you, my husband has been dead for a year and a half. I do not still have his underwear in the drawers, because I, as previously noted, do not keep an underwear shrine in my house to those not in attendance ! AHHHH, but he did find men's underwear in the drawer....the underwear of Mr. Blind !
Let me tell you, my son TOTALLY FLIPPED OUT and when I got home from my second round of shopping, this time with the correct size and style of boxers firmly in my grip, there was a fire in the BBQ and the delightful smell of clothing burning. He was very eager to show me that he had taken the underwear, socks and sleep shirts out of the drawer in my room, and they were now ashes.
How is one supposed to react when they see their child, with a manic look in his eye and a cheshire cat smile on his face, standing over a bbq cooking one's boyfriend's clothing ?
I can totally understand that he was shocked to find the undergarments in my house, as he is not aware that Mr. Blind stays here overnight sometimes, but the reaction is a bit severe and in fact, quite crazy. I was so astounded that he would do something like that, I just couldn't wrap my head around it. And it's not because he doesn't like Mr. Blind because he has only met him once and refused to speak to him. My son just doesn't like the idea that I am dating ANYONE at all. I burst into tears and left the house to the firebug. I couldn't even yell at him I was so astounded.
Where did I go ? To Mr. Blind's but I couldn't tell him what my son had done, because that would hurt him too badly and because I didn't really know how to explain it. However, the next day when Mr. Blind came over and none of his clothes were there, I did have to tell him that they got destroyed. The look on his face was so forlorn and incredulous. He was actually speechless until the next day when he said that he really had to think about things and see if he could continue with this relationship.
Quite frankly, if it were me, I would have dumped me right then. No one should have to go through what my son did to him. I wouldn't have blamed him if he walked away and found some lucky, lucky woman who chose not to reproduce. I was wishing I was from a species who ate their young.
Astonishingly, he decided to stick around and we have been together every day ever since. It is getting kind of serious. Somehow I have to figure out a way to get my kids on board with this idea of me dating just one person.......... any thoughts on this would be appreciated as well. It's never easy, is it ?
What comes to mind initially is Widow Speak ( kind of a play on words for widow's peak) but I don't know. Any thoughts ? Please chime in with your name suggestions.
It's been a long time since I have blogged, because I have once again been accused of "sharing too much" and told to just "keep things to myself" from various and sundry people..... okay, mostly from my mom and she doesn't even read my blog, but somehow every time I type I hear her voice in my head ! How is it that my own kids don't listen to a damn thing I say, but I, at almost 50-years-old, still hear my mother's voice in my head telling me what to do... and I listen ! CRAZY.
Let's see, what is there to share. Oh, I know, there was a BONFIRE ! No it was not a "before the big game" bonfire where everyone is wrapped in blankets and drinking out of a flask, cheering for their team. It was not a romantic evening on the beach bonfire. It was not even a burn day, as far as I know. What it was is a ritualistic burning of Mr. Blind's underwear, and no, I didn't do it in a fit of rage. I didn't do it at all, though it would be a really good revenge tactic. The firebug, who is definitely NOT on Smokey the Bear's friends list right now, was my son.
It all started because we, ( my son and myself ) got in an argument about underwear. You would think I would know better after all of these years than to get in arguments with my childen, but old habits are hard to break. You would also think that when he comes here, unannounced, for the weekend, he would know to
bring the same number of underpants as the number of days he is staying. It's not rocket science. One clean pair a day should do it. Instead it is the incredulous voice asking me why, even though he doesn't live here anymore, I don't have clean underwear for him in his drawers for when he comes home. What kind of mother am I that I don't have a shrine erected in his room, complete with every convenience item he may need ? And like an idiot I feel badly and go to the store to get underwear for him ! And like an idot I get the wrong size ( clearly the store should NOT put children's underwear in the grown up section without labeling it as such), and that causes a whole other round of shouting. Back to the store I go, but while I am gone my son decides to go through my drawers, I guess looking for his father's underwear to put on. Mind you, my husband has been dead for a year and a half. I do not still have his underwear in the drawers, because I, as previously noted, do not keep an underwear shrine in my house to those not in attendance ! AHHHH, but he did find men's underwear in the drawer....the underwear of Mr. Blind !
Let me tell you, my son TOTALLY FLIPPED OUT and when I got home from my second round of shopping, this time with the correct size and style of boxers firmly in my grip, there was a fire in the BBQ and the delightful smell of clothing burning. He was very eager to show me that he had taken the underwear, socks and sleep shirts out of the drawer in my room, and they were now ashes.
How is one supposed to react when they see their child, with a manic look in his eye and a cheshire cat smile on his face, standing over a bbq cooking one's boyfriend's clothing ?
I can totally understand that he was shocked to find the undergarments in my house, as he is not aware that Mr. Blind stays here overnight sometimes, but the reaction is a bit severe and in fact, quite crazy. I was so astounded that he would do something like that, I just couldn't wrap my head around it. And it's not because he doesn't like Mr. Blind because he has only met him once and refused to speak to him. My son just doesn't like the idea that I am dating ANYONE at all. I burst into tears and left the house to the firebug. I couldn't even yell at him I was so astounded.
Where did I go ? To Mr. Blind's but I couldn't tell him what my son had done, because that would hurt him too badly and because I didn't really know how to explain it. However, the next day when Mr. Blind came over and none of his clothes were there, I did have to tell him that they got destroyed. The look on his face was so forlorn and incredulous. He was actually speechless until the next day when he said that he really had to think about things and see if he could continue with this relationship.
Quite frankly, if it were me, I would have dumped me right then. No one should have to go through what my son did to him. I wouldn't have blamed him if he walked away and found some lucky, lucky woman who chose not to reproduce. I was wishing I was from a species who ate their young.
Astonishingly, he decided to stick around and we have been together every day ever since. It is getting kind of serious. Somehow I have to figure out a way to get my kids on board with this idea of me dating just one person.......... any thoughts on this would be appreciated as well. It's never easy, is it ?
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
A weekend away !
I walked by a truck parked across the street from my house yesterday and it had a sign on it advertising it's assorted "handyman" services, everything from "Computer Repair" to "Plumbing" and "Pest Erradication." If there had been anyone in the driver's seat I think I would have gone up to them and proposed marriage. ( man or woman, it's legal now in California !). I mean, seriously, I could have a mate who can fix my computer, fix my plumbing and get rid of rats !!!! What more could I ask for..... anything else I could find or pay for on my own.
Now on to the topic of the day - a weekend away. Mr. Blind and I have been dating for five months now, and I think it is time we spent the weekend together. I suggested this to Mr. Blind a few weeks ago, but he didn't seem too excited about it.
He told me it was because he had to see his ex-wife in court this Friday and would probably be in a really bad mood, which I understand, but what better way to either celebrate a court victory or to lick your wounds than a weekend away with me !
Today I decided that I needed a break, and was going away with or without him. I have been totally stressing out lately because of money problems, job problems, kid problems, etc. and finally cracked and screamed at some lady in the fairgrounds parking lot yesterday morning. Okay, she deserved it because she made a smart ass comment to me, but I really shouldn't have ripped her a new a**hole. It wasn't very ladylike of me. When something like that happens it usually means I have had too much coffee or I am totally stressed, and I hadn't had any coffee yet that day -- BREAK TIME !~ Today I called a beautiful hotel overlooking the Sonoma coast and hooray, they had a cancellation and had one room available for the weekend. I booked it. I had to. It was obviously meant to be ! I texted Mr. Blind and told him I had booked the room and that I hoped he would join me, but even if he didn't join me, I was going by myself to be by the ocean and get my head together. He said he will join me for one day, but probably not two because he may have to work. Is that like the safety call ? Does saying you "might have to work" give you an excuse to get away if you don't like spending 24hours in a row with someone ? It will be interesting to see what happens ! I will be happy with whatever because I wil be near the ocean, which always makes me feel rejuvenated. And the room is on a cliff, so if things get really bad, I could jump ! I am an awesome swimmer !
My question is, why the hesitation ? We spend an awful lot of time together, either at his house or mine. We haven't spent a whole weekend together yet because my kids are always showing up, so I thought the idea of a weekend away without the possibility of the kids dropping by would be ideal. Is it too soon in the relationship? Is there some dating timeline that I don't know about ? Is this something that you're not supposed to do until the 6 month mark or later ?
If you know something I don't know, do tell !
Now on to the topic of the day - a weekend away. Mr. Blind and I have been dating for five months now, and I think it is time we spent the weekend together. I suggested this to Mr. Blind a few weeks ago, but he didn't seem too excited about it.
He told me it was because he had to see his ex-wife in court this Friday and would probably be in a really bad mood, which I understand, but what better way to either celebrate a court victory or to lick your wounds than a weekend away with me !
Today I decided that I needed a break, and was going away with or without him. I have been totally stressing out lately because of money problems, job problems, kid problems, etc. and finally cracked and screamed at some lady in the fairgrounds parking lot yesterday morning. Okay, she deserved it because she made a smart ass comment to me, but I really shouldn't have ripped her a new a**hole. It wasn't very ladylike of me. When something like that happens it usually means I have had too much coffee or I am totally stressed, and I hadn't had any coffee yet that day -- BREAK TIME !~ Today I called a beautiful hotel overlooking the Sonoma coast and hooray, they had a cancellation and had one room available for the weekend. I booked it. I had to. It was obviously meant to be ! I texted Mr. Blind and told him I had booked the room and that I hoped he would join me, but even if he didn't join me, I was going by myself to be by the ocean and get my head together. He said he will join me for one day, but probably not two because he may have to work. Is that like the safety call ? Does saying you "might have to work" give you an excuse to get away if you don't like spending 24hours in a row with someone ? It will be interesting to see what happens ! I will be happy with whatever because I wil be near the ocean, which always makes me feel rejuvenated. And the room is on a cliff, so if things get really bad, I could jump ! I am an awesome swimmer !
My question is, why the hesitation ? We spend an awful lot of time together, either at his house or mine. We haven't spent a whole weekend together yet because my kids are always showing up, so I thought the idea of a weekend away without the possibility of the kids dropping by would be ideal. Is it too soon in the relationship? Is there some dating timeline that I don't know about ? Is this something that you're not supposed to do until the 6 month mark or later ?
If you know something I don't know, do tell !
Monday, August 2, 2010
A drawer in his house ?
While Mr. Blind has had a drawer in my house for quite some time now, I haven't felt comfortable leaving anything at his apartment..... nor has he suggested that I leave anything there except a toothbrush that was his from the dentist to begin with.
We were having a bit of a conversation last week because my kids were sticking their noses in my business a little too much again, and insisting I make a choice between them and Mr. Blind. Of course the kids come first, but I have no intention of making a choice between them. I listened to what my kids had to say, and then tried to explain my feelings/decisions to Mr. Blind. Those decisions included not being with him when my children come to visit. The problem is that even though I have rented them a beautiful apartment in the city, they constantly drop by home and decide, on the spur of the moment, to stay a day, two days, or even a week. If I am going to abide by their wishes I have to cancel plans with Mr. Blind whenever they drop by. I realize this is not fair to Mr. Blind, nor is it fair to me, but these kids have lost their father and now they are feeling like they are losing their mother. It is a really tough circumstance, which they are playing to the hilt!
Mr. Blind is concerned my kids are going to resent him....... OF COURSE THEY ARE ! He is the first person their mother has dated after their father's death. How could they not resent him ? I tried to consider everyone's feelings and told Mr. Blind that I would listen to how my kids felt and would abide by their wishes part of the time, but if I was going to let anyone screw up the relationship between Mr. Blind and me, it would be me ( or him), not my kids. He agreed to stick it out and see what happened.
So imagine my surprise last weekend when I did agree to a sleep over, only to find that he had used my toothbrush to clean his electronic gear. I guess he figured I wasn't sleeping over anymore, so he could put my toothbrush to better use. It really ticked me off, and it embarrassed him when I, ummmmm, shall we say "commented" on it !
Next thing I know he is finding me a new toothbrush, and suggesting that I leave pajamas at his apartment so that I feel more at home there. Only problem is he doesn't have an extra drawer, so I left my pajamas on the top of his dresser. If his landlord comes in, he's gonna think Mr. Blind is a cross dresser ! Ha Ha Ha.
We were having a bit of a conversation last week because my kids were sticking their noses in my business a little too much again, and insisting I make a choice between them and Mr. Blind. Of course the kids come first, but I have no intention of making a choice between them. I listened to what my kids had to say, and then tried to explain my feelings/decisions to Mr. Blind. Those decisions included not being with him when my children come to visit. The problem is that even though I have rented them a beautiful apartment in the city, they constantly drop by home and decide, on the spur of the moment, to stay a day, two days, or even a week. If I am going to abide by their wishes I have to cancel plans with Mr. Blind whenever they drop by. I realize this is not fair to Mr. Blind, nor is it fair to me, but these kids have lost their father and now they are feeling like they are losing their mother. It is a really tough circumstance, which they are playing to the hilt!
Mr. Blind is concerned my kids are going to resent him....... OF COURSE THEY ARE ! He is the first person their mother has dated after their father's death. How could they not resent him ? I tried to consider everyone's feelings and told Mr. Blind that I would listen to how my kids felt and would abide by their wishes part of the time, but if I was going to let anyone screw up the relationship between Mr. Blind and me, it would be me ( or him), not my kids. He agreed to stick it out and see what happened.
So imagine my surprise last weekend when I did agree to a sleep over, only to find that he had used my toothbrush to clean his electronic gear. I guess he figured I wasn't sleeping over anymore, so he could put my toothbrush to better use. It really ticked me off, and it embarrassed him when I, ummmmm, shall we say "commented" on it !
Next thing I know he is finding me a new toothbrush, and suggesting that I leave pajamas at his apartment so that I feel more at home there. Only problem is he doesn't have an extra drawer, so I left my pajamas on the top of his dresser. If his landlord comes in, he's gonna think Mr. Blind is a cross dresser ! Ha Ha Ha.
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