Dudes, it is SO NICE here. I realize that talking about the weather is mundane, but I can’t help it. I am henceforth going to be counting the days in a row that I am wearing a skirt or dress, because the higher that number goes, the happier I will be. We are currently on DAY THREE. I am hoping this may go into the double digits.
So, remember how, in April, I had that dream about Josh and the Maiden Metallurgist? Well, now it turns out that the Maiden has returned the dream-favor and had a dream about me and Nordic Boy. Which ups the friendship to just about every non-in-person venue one could think of. Blog friends, Facebook friends, Twitter friends, email friends, and now dream friends. What’s next? I’m sure if we lived in the future, we would be holodeck friends. Or maybe we could send each other smoke signals, but I think we live too far away for that. Or maybe we could be ESP friends? Like the Ghost Whisperer, but instead of talking to ghosts, we could send each other mind signals or something?
Or maybe we just need to meet up in person, because all of the other friendship venues are kind of exhausted. I am going to be in Chicago next month, so it just might happen.
In other news, Nordic Boy and I have never made any vows to each other. However, as of yesterday, we have decided, that should we ever feel the need to make vows to each other, that we have the perfect way of expressing those vows. It came about like this:
Him: I’m going to love you for a long time, you know.
Me: Why the challenging tone? Are you challenging me?
Him: Totally. I’m going to love you until… until… one of us just keels over from it.
Me: What, and dies?
Him: And DIES.
Me: What, so it’s like a DEATH MATCH?
Him: TOTAL DEATH MATCH!
(flexing of muscles, Hulk Hogan style, and baring of teeth at each other).
That almost makes me sad that we never had a wedding. Because I would LOVE to say those words and act like that in an official capacity. I mean, wouldn’t you love to go to a wedding where someone pulled some shit like that?
Also, once again, I am feeling like I am telling you a story that is only funny to me. Oh well, that’s just how I do.