Fortunately, I got side tracked by a new pal who loves cigars. I learned about White Owl cigars and some other kinds I can’t remember, and had a sample. I don’t smoke normally, so I didn’t get a lot out of it. I did learn that cigar and hookah bars were excepted from the smoking ban.

Yay Yanks! Go Phils!

Part of the thinking is whether to continue in his current field, or try something else. For his first 2 years of undergrad he was planning to teach, and is thinking about going back to that. He’s good at it, so I’m supportive. But I think he should consider what kind of job he wants after school is over. Education is a noble, if harrowing field.

So he’s been looking at satisfaction reports, salary surveys and education job search sites for info.

He’s not sure if it’s a dream or a realistic plan. Whatever makes him happy is fine with me. Though, I may have to vote against teaching if he makes any more “hot for teacher” jokes. Cornball.

As I’m writing this the boyfriend is on the kitchen floor taking pictures. Why? Because we’re arguing about the color of the tile. Neither of us is colorblind, but the battle rages on. I am 100% certain that the floor is gray. I have a lot of gray things and am rather familiar with the color. I don’t see any hints of green regardless of the time of day or lighting.

But he’s just as positive that the tiles are green. He started out agreeing that it was a “gray-ish” green, but has backed off from that now. He (with beer #4) has decided that the issue must be settled this evening, and is planning to send pictures to 5 people, expecting them all to agree with him. Of course, a digital camera photo on 5 different computer screens and phones won’t really help, but he’s dedicated to it, so I’m just staying out of the way.

Now, we have a couple of fantastic rugs in key areas, but we can’t exactly afford to slap down an area rug anywhere we might walk.

So I turned to J, who never wears shoes inside and is always cold. She introduced me to the idea of slipper socks. We are hooked. More on that later, including photos of our new colorful collection.

There is such a thing as too helpful.

Sunday was dedicated to shopping for the house (again). The boyfriend was busy, so I spend the afternoon with my friend T who knows everything there is to know about furniture. To the point of being irritating about it. Fortunately he also loves candy, so I just gave him a bag of Halloween snacks and he shut up except when specifically asked about something.

We got a super cute cabinet for the bathroom, finally found a nice tv stand for the bedroom and ogled some porch chairs I was unwilling to commit to.

Whatever it is, I’m finding myself for the first time in a very long time looking into how to get rid of acne, and quickly. Charming. I had terrible skin when I was going through puberty, and always stressed out about it.

Hopefully this time I can get rid of it, determine the cause and behave like a mature adult (yeah right) about it.

Speaking of which, the movie 13 going on 30 was such a piece of crap, right?

Why am I not making any sense? Because I can’t. Make sense that is. Right now I’m way too happy to do anything useful or helpful. Life is good, the weather is bad, and I’m having a happy for no real reason day. So I’m going with it, you dig?

Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll be annoyed and surly about something post-haste.

He’ll probably buy it because he can get some deals through his company, and he’s more into driving everywhere. So I’ve been buying him magazines and sending links to sites to check for info. Of course, he’s more interested in checking out the cool auto accessories than anything else, which is useless without the actual vehicle.

Never let it be said that logic and common sense get in the way of his good time.