Absolute Hysteria!

We took a number from our Asian gal pal, Walter White and found our evening occupied with baking cookies, RomiE and I—the house stunk of Pilsbury and chocolate.

Shopping went great yesterday! The Lesbian pulled through, as I knew she would and we loaded up her little car with every little goodie we could find. We hit at least four places, spent at least six hundred dollars and we got the cutest, most beautifulest set of flatware EVER!—from Tar’get, thank you very much.

So the house feels like love, now. Everyday, more and more, bit by bit, stone by unmitigated stone, this feels right, RomiE and I. I guess that’s what a kitchen full of yummies does to a couple. The house feels like love. We woke up this morning in love, folded in each others arms like fingers and he cooked us breakfast (with our shimmering new cookware, by the way); made my eggs fresh to order, grits, sausage, bacon, toast and all to think, this is what love looks like in the morning.**ken exhales*** Amazing.

My niece Peat-Peat, the baby, turned one today—and though I’m not big on birthdays, my older sister had a little gathering at the house for her last night. So after running ‘round town RomiE and I ran home, dropped off the goods, picked up the Lesbian and drove over to my parentalz where the festivities were held. My older sister cut some cake, Gakaa (the Lesbian) picked up some tacos and after the kids fell asleep we, the clan (Gakaa, the Lesbian, my sisters, RomiE and I) watched the Exorcist of Emily Rose. I love how everyone gets along, my little family and B/F. It was a beautiful night that bled well into a beautiful morning. Thank you Jehovah.

O, and did I mention RomiE kinda met my mother yesterday. We (Gakaa, the Lesbian, my sisters, RomiE and I) were all huddle up in my youngest sister's bedroom watching the movie and my mother peeked her head through the door. Praise the lord RomiE and I weren’t lip-locking but she saw ‘em... said hello and was non the wiser. I’ve been waiting for Kayla, my oldest niece, to blab her micro-motor off to May-ma (my mother). Kayla’s pretty indigenous for tattle-telling. And though I’ve been assured my parents “know” already I still would like to refer myself operating under the Don’t ask, Don’t tell Policy. If my parents don’t mention it, no matter how painstakingly obvious IT is… neither shall I. Clearly this is there way of saying, Ken, I don’t wanna talk about IT, so why force ‘em. Scary, huh?

I was finally able to get my scale yesterday. Yep!—another wonderful purchase at the beautiful land of Tar’get. Now I can keep track on how fat I’m getting. The goal for this year is to reach a clean 190lbs, which is like thirty pounds far into my future. But I’mma make it. I have faith. I believe in me!

Taking inventory on what we bought yesterday it’s easy to spot the things we’re missing. Personally, there’s just a couple utensils I just believe a kitchen’s gotta have… George Foreman Grill being one of them. But we need to pick up a blender, I need to make my smoothies, and I’ve got to get my Jack Lalanne’s Power Juicer Elite—I’ve had dreams about that juicer! Juicy dreams! So I've got to have it!

I also need to think about getting a few computers, one for the house and maybe a laptop for myself. I find myself needing to write in the most inopportune of times. Like for example: the shower; something hits me and I just have to jot it down before I forget—this, though, is probably a bad example, being that purchasing a laptop wouldn’t prevent that problem from happening. But you get my drift, I need a laptop. I also need to quiet my journaling at night like this. Bedtime is Mister Baby's time (LoL, I love this petname shyt. It's absolute hysteria). But Romie wants to get in some spoon time and I can’t be spooned hugged up to a keyboard. So I guess I’mma give ‘em a go at it. He’s such a cuddle-slut.

And Lord knows I love it!

Ciao!