anyone have a pair of warm socks?
Well, we're in the home stretch. He has his appointment date at the consulate, and if all goes as it should, he'll be on a plane the next day. Which is, amusingly, Halloween.

I'm excited. I'm happy, nay, giddy. I'm also terrified.

We are moving in together. We are getting married. Yes, I know you know that and I know I know that and I know that that has been what we've been waiting for since last year. But, we are moving in together. Like, for real. I don't know Everyday Keith, I only know Holiday Keith. And perhaps more disturbingly, he only knows Holiday Laura...

I can keep a house clean, or relatively so, for a ten day stretch. He's never seen what happens when I don't have 'company.' I also cook for him when he's here, like real meals and stuff. He's never seen the nights when I have a hunk of grocery store cheddar and a fistful of deli ham, or worse, popcorn and a martini.

Oh well. I imagine it's going to be a rude awakening for both of us. Upside is that he is a totally cool guy and I love him to bits and I'm just so pleased that he's agreed to be my partner.