Jun. 21st, 2009 11:52 pm
Tom has always kept his wallet in his front hip pockets. When wearing tight jeans (usually on-stage), he's taken to just using a makeshift moneyclip for a few bucks and his ID.

Anyhow, I bought him a new pair of jeans today. They're low rise, tight to mid-thigh. They look good on him, but there's no place to stow his wallet,keys, inhaler, etc. Well, he didn't like the idea of a fanny pack. I suggested he carry a hipster man-purse and he said he'd risk losing it. So I suggested the other urban bohemian standby--his accordion case. He found that ludicrous, though I can't imagine why. Then I brought up thrifted ratty tweed jackets with inside pockets and a bifold wallet, instead of his weird flippy trifold favorite. He did contemplate that for awhile, but glared at me when I said it would help complete his new manbrarian persona.

He won't use the back pockets because his butt will be uneven. He could carry two wallets, I suppose. That might work. Butt pontoons.
Tom just showed me a global email sent by UIUC to all users regarding a tornado warning on campus.

I told him that if he screws up during the tornado drills, they'll put him in remedial classes. Now I'm trying to make him duck and cover, but I can't make the siren sound because Ronan's sleeping. I also told him he'd better home his classroom gets to go to the girls' room because the boy's washroom floor always smells like pee.
I just crawled out of bed. My darling husband spins in his office chair to smile at my gorgon's visage (he's immune to my morning charms).

[ profile] explodingcat: I'm going to buy a couple of used books.
[ profile] krasota: Okay . . . What do you have in mind?
[ profile] explodingcat: A couple of biographies on Burt Lancaster.

And that's when my brain broke.

Of course, he went on to explain that Burt Lancaster worked in the same circus as boy's great-grandfather and that he's hoping that the chapters on Lancaster's circus years might yield more info on that time in great-grandpop's life.
*huge crash of thunder*

[ profile] explodingcat stumbles out of the bedroom, eyes wide: "The Lord told me to Awaken!"
Low-quality quicktime vid of what boy subjects our poor dog to on a regular basis.

[ profile] jericho_the_dog has his latest plushy toy--Schmutzie the Octopus--firmly grasped in his Jaws of Iron.

Right-click save as, else your browser may crash. No, I don't know why. Maybe it's just my luck of the draw for using a Mac.
[ profile] krasota, frustrated: Do you hear that eeoooeeeooo whine/beep? It's driving me nuts.
[ profile] explodingcat: Yeah.
[ profile] krasota: Where is it? I keep hearing it sporadically. It's been days.
[ profile] explodingcat: It's in your head. It's just really loud. I can hear it all the way over here.
The Senokot commercial asked something like, "what do you associate with gentle, soothing, softness in a laxative?"

Boy says "kittens."


that was my brain.˙
I'm smiling right now. I'm in one of those moods of joyful, ebullient love. That guy who lives with me, the one I simply refer to as "boy", my husband, he of the ultra-long eyelashes and impossibly deep eyes... he's the most important thing in the world to me.

Sometimes that scares me, but not now. Right now I'm thinking of how lucky I am to have him. We've had rough times, dark times, times I'm surprised neither of us called it quits.

We're so alike in many ways. If we're watching tv, we'll both end up laughing at the same things. We add our own commentary and often end up jinxing each other. We like the same kind of music, though we do branch off (he goes for noise and I go for oldies and novelty tunes).

And we're different, too. He can't stand to attract attention, preferring instead to blend into the crowd. I don't care whether I attract attention, but I do tend to wear stripey tights, corsets, and crinolines in public. He's terrified of bugs, I'm hysterical around spiders. I'm pagan, he's Catholic. He can create the most beautiful music, while I can only perfect a piece mechanically, yet my casseroles are always spot on.

I'm not sure how a quiet, monogamous, creative boy ended up with an outgoing, poly (but i'm trying really hard--and successfully--to perfect this monogamy thing), and flighty bi girl. I know that it works.

He meets me after work to help me carry groceries home. I get a goodbye kiss every morning, even if I start screaming at him to "Kill IT!" (I say odd things in my sleep.) I'm very chaotic and yet he quietly attempts to introduce order to our life.

I honestly never envisioned a future like this. Settling down with a guy, contemplating a future with children (no time soon, though), being too ill to support myself, and being happy. I'm loved and I'm in love.

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