different strokes for different folks

I'm going to delete that last post in a day or two.

is it weird that I know it's exactly 175-180 steps from my office to the mailbox? i count them while i walk, but I don't usually realize I'm doing it until i'm at number thirty or so and i'm like, "hey, thirty, thirty one, thirty two" and can't stop.

reminder to self: men and women are SO VERY DIFFERENT.

he fixes things. he fixed the blinds in the bedrooms, put his bathroom back together, moves things, puts the bikes in the rafters, screws things back into the walls, tries to fix my internet.

So i really should realize that's his way of giving, and not get annoyed when he doesn't surprise me with flowers, or surprise me with dinner, or random little things here and there. because he does give, just not in the ways i would. and i appreciate the things he does a lot, once i realize that's his way of giving. i wonder if he thinks the same thing, but backwards, if that makes sense.

anyway. the topic of the day:

five reasons i'm an awesome girlfriend to a boyfriend who started law school orientation today.

1. last night when he said he wanted to go to bed early, I gave him lots of space and made the bed, and like a little boy, stroked his hair until he fell asleep when he said he was nervous about tomorrow.

2. even though he spent ALL NIGHT snoring, hitting me in his sleep (he must have been having really weird dreams), sleeping in the middle of the bed so I got pushed off, and yelling random things "don't turn off the ring tone!" (i don't understand that one) in his sleep, I, instead of pushing him over and waking him up to stop the snoring, pulled a Derek (from Grey's anatomy! mc dreamy!) and took my pillow and an alarm and slept in a different room until 5am when I conveniently snuck back into bed and he never knew that I was gone.

3. I got up at the ungodly hour of 6:20am when he woke up to keep him company while he got ready. I don't usually get up until 7:45.

4. I made him breakfast. I don't cook. i can't cook. when i cook, the kitchen becomes a war zone with things that usually end up charred or undercooked. I made him the best egg-cheese-salsa sandwich of my life, and even he agreed that it was tasty.

5. I'm making him a care package for his first day of actual classes. Included in this package:- a tea kettle (he really wants one but doesn't own one. He drinks a lot of tea)- blue books- a pack of highlighters- pens- stapler- a yearly planner- bluebooks- those flag things (like post its for books)- a nice blue tie. I found this awesome shirt that says, "this is my lucky law school exam shirt" that I'll probably get him closer to test dates. :)