Joy Joy Joy....

And now more detailed information!

Yesterday, my father informed me that he had been Planning Things. Last week, I think I mentioned that he and I had a blowout but made good points under the screaming and yelling. It mostly had to do with my future, and that manner of thing. In his eyes, it's high time I was married ('or whatever it is lesbians can do in this state') and settled down. And before anyone gets all 'wow, old fashioned of him!', he knows that this is what I want. I can't express how much I'm honestly looking forward to being a housewife. I've been independent. I've worked my ass off. I've supported my family/friends/whatever, and the idea of being taken care of myself is a very nice one at this point in my life. And she? Wants someone she can take care of. I think husband_brother put it best yesterday when she said 'we're unconventionally traditional'. And we love that.

Anyway, my dad basically worked out a way to get us a place come August. He wants us to have a place rented by August 1st so we're not house-hunting when all the college students are doing the same. This was an absolute and total surprise. And I'll admit, when he first told me, I was really more 'wtf? THAT DOESN'T GIVE US ANY TIME!' and kind of freaking out. But after talking with husband_brother, and really getting down solid plans, I'm pretty much just amazed and overjoyed.

And this also means that while she's away, I'll have plenty to do to occupy my hands! I've got a great deal of cleaning and packing to do!

I never thought I'd be in this position. It's nice to be wrong.

Why No, I Actually Don't Like The Cheap Stuff...

Hmm.

I can't tell if I'm sober enough to write fic or not. It took me three times to spell 'sober' right, but that's not a very good indication of my intoxication level. I misspell 'as' repeatedly. And some of you probably remember the famous 'coocmuber' incident. But I am supposed to write a ficlet tonight - because husband_brother and I are such massive dorks, we're writing each other these little ficlets while we're apart, which is our equivalent of love letters. But I've had three rather strong rum and cokes in a very big glass, and I do not drink. Well, obviously I'm drinking now, but I very rarely drink. And at this point, it's generally only when I'm with my beloved. Who loves alcohol in all its many forms, and can always talk me into it. Only she is one of those lucky ones who can drink and drink and drink and only be vaguely hung over afterwards, even on those occasions where still drunk upon morning's light.

(Which I actually did once, too, but I am not lucky. I pass out and/or get sick.)

I think what I'm supposed to be writing is supposed to be funny. But I tried writing it once and it actually was going to the angsty/problematic. Which it should not be. Maybe I do need to be drinking!

ANYWAY! Hahaha, sarspasm and attilatehbun. I am vastly amused! I love when internet life and real life end up crossing/meeting in hilarious ways. And the fact that you two know each other is particularly hilarious. As attilatehbun is my oldest RL friend EVAR and sarspasm is one of my oldest LJ friends EVAR!

I really don't feel drunk...