So I'm laying here feeling contented and pleased with myself. I think because I made this delicious dinner. Fried these wings in breadcrumbs and flour til they were golden and great...ow ow. Made these cheesy potato puffs...the dough came out so perfectly. They got so crispy on the outside, yet so creamy on the inside with that melty cheese center... Ooooh yeah. I also made vegetables. They were only the greenest and the best and most delicious. My man enjoyed these foods. I'm so pleased with myself I think I'm going to ask him to rub my feet. And I'm not even confident about their softness!

Yeah. I'm feeling bold tonight. Maybe even...daring?

So I'm at his house laying on his bed watching tv. Minding my own business. You know, chillin. Suddenly he bursts into the room hopping around all excited like. What is he so excited about, you may wonder. I'll tell you.
''I want us to move in together.''

*crickets chirp on my end*

Me< ''How long...um...have you been thinking about this?''

Him< '' I mean, not long. But I really don't have to. It only makes sense.''

Now what goes on in my head is the scene that took place in his house exactly 4 days before. I'm down stairs, and he comes down there and tells me I need 'to stop trying to decorate his bathroom with my soaps and stuff.'

Now in reality, I had just left my shampoo and conditioner in there from that day when I had washed my hair.
Those are expensive hair products! I wish I would just leave them over his house so anything could happen to them. Furthermore, as a black woman, i wash my hair every other week. The point is that of all things to leave at his crusty house, my shampoo and conditioner would not be it.

I had a sneaky suspicon that the real problem was that a few days before I had announced that after a year and 4 months of spending 3 to 4 nights a week at his place that I was keeping a toothbrush there. When I announced it, he appeared nonchalant. He even shrugged his shoulders and declared that he wouldn't be mad if I wanted to keep some clothes there. {Lies}

So I said ok and bought a toothbrush to keep at his house. That evening he called me to inform me that I had left an earring back there but not to worry, he'd bring it back to me on his way to work. Did ya'll hear me? An earring back. When he returned this, he also brought back a clove of garlic I had left in the fridge from when I cooked. 'I mean, these are your things,' he had said. 'They don't belong at my house'

Message loud and clear. Even tho I normally leave little stuff over there every now and then and there is no big deal, something about my toothbrush was too much for him. I took it from his house and he started acting normal again.

Anywho, so why on earth did he randomly decide we need to move in together?

I love him, but geeze. he's just so dumb sometimes.

So Bryan has a deep fryer.  He never lets me use it...that or the blender.  I don't know why, and I never really cared much either because if I wanted anything from either machine...like a smoothie or some french fries, he'd just make it.  And serve it to me, like room service.  But he always tells me not to use it.  I figured he was just being an ass and making more random rules.

Anywho. 
So I was alone in his house yesterday. 

Yep.  Just me, the deep fryer and the blender.


 All alone while he was at work or something. 
So I...umm...tested them out.  Hence above picture... Terrible, I know.  I kept frying random stuff...like tortillas.  (They turned into chips!  Cool.)   And cheese sticks.  And broccoli and pickles...of course potatoes.  And shrimp.   I was addicted to using that thing. 

Anywho, pray for me because after I finished battering and frying all sorts of random foods, I ate them.  I actually enjoyed many of them.  Especially the pickles.  So I took a picture of it before I dined.

And I'm still alive, ya'll.  I wonder what he's going to say when he figures it out. 

So he decided that the series of bad things that happened in his life for the days we didn't talk were because of how he treated me...lol.  Hilarious.

Hey Xanga.  Missed ya'll....so we found this cable internet package for 50 bucks...so them we'll have internet back and I can talk to ya'll again...yay!  And read about your lives again!  Yay!!