So Mona stayed over last Saturday and she’s going to again this Saturday. First time for that. Her schedule is normally I get alternate Fridays and Saturdays.

Great day and night of napping, dancing  canoodling, tv, cooking, dancing, etc. No we don’t formally dance but we bop and happy dance quite often. It’s one of the things I frickin ADORE about us. We’re so fun.

We didn’t even have any advanced cuddling. Her Aunt Flo is in town. I normally prevail anyway but not this time.

The time was filled with just a ton a really excessively corny ways to tell each other that we love each other. Which is awesome.

I’m still amazed at this compared to where I was this time last year. Just fell had over heels for each other.

Love.  Go figure.

As serious as we are, we had to have a discussion to see where we are on one topic. And we mutually decided that we are NOT going to fart in front of each other. Not yet.

Saying “I love you” and planning for the future is great, but once you open Pandora’s Box Ass, that foulness has escaped forever and there’s no putting it back in. We know it’ll have to happen at some point but we we’re not going there yet.

At her place, I peered in her drawer and saw some Gas X tablets. And I sure have them here. We’re both committed to taking every precaution to not slip on this.  No Dutch Ovens for us.