won the wet T-shirt contest!

made the mistake to go out to where G. was watering the plants with a hose and got thoroughly soaked
(was only able to get away when G. declared me "the winner of the wet T-shirt contest!")

Delia

P.S. Are we ever going to grow up? I hope not... D.

I'll take a messy laptop over a fried one anytime!

G. has gotten overzealous again and soaked the hell out of the screen of my laptop in cleaning solution. When I brought it to his attention that the stuff was dripping off the laptop he tried to hurriedly wipe it off... just to push it into the screen somehow...No, I don't feel any better knowing he "was just trying to help" -- do I really look that helpless? D.

Vichyssoise: make sure people actually like it pureed

(that's the classic way to make it so I didn't give it a second thought) I recently found out G. doesn't exactly like it this way... I asked him why didn't he tell me before. "I didn't want to discourage you..." So, meanwhile, he's been eating the "Fancy French Baby Food," according to G., with a smile on his face and no complaints... D.

male solidarity

I was talking with some guys in Barnes&Noble, asking them if G. really needed a miter saw (he's had his eyes on it for some time) if he already has a perfectly good regular saw." Ohhh.... a miter saw... yeah... *everybody* needs at least one!"

Delia

P.S. asked G. if there was any point in having more than one -->'not really...' but he was thrilled to have such unconditional support from some guys he's never met... (and I learned something about male solidarity) D.

G. getting an enthusiastic thumbs up!

(from Target employee after having walked in on us making out in a deserted isle) good! you never know how these things turn out... D

stubbed my toe

G: "ohhh, does it really hurt that bad? (...) may be I should give you something else to moan about? " how considerate... (nothing like getting distracted when you are in pain...) D.

Albertine rose: the antique rose that thrives on neglect?

(it's supposed to do fabulously on abandoned property) I hope so! (because it's all mine to take care of... )

Delia

P.S. G. wanted Azaleas up front but I didn't (the flowers only last two weeks or so and are *not* fragrant -- a deal breaker for me) D.

Ravel's Bolero: my secret is out...

I've always thought it depicted unrelenting sex but kept it as a secret -- I don't know what made me think I would be the only one who would think that (an Ovation tv program this morning called it pretty much the same thing)

Delia

P.S. most romantic piece of music, according to me, is the 18th variation of Rachmaninoff's Symphony on a theme of Paganini D.

no compassion for the grandfather clock

I really want one! -- I think it gives soul to a living area but G.'s adamantly against it: "antiquated technology!" I don't want it for the technology, I want it for the atmosphere... I've been eying one with Westminster chimes and thinking I could just close my eyes and imagine I'm in front of the British Parliament --> G.'s been proposing to strip the sound of Big Ben from our vacation video and set it in an endless loop for me... "then you can put your feet up with a nice cup of tea and... knock yourself out listening to that silly thing!" somehow, that's not what I had in mind... so I wondered aloud what would happen if one day when G. got home, it would just be there :)... G.: "if I hear a peep out of it... it goes in the fireplace!" D.: :(

P.S. I like the tic-tac, tic-tac sound... it's like a heart beat ; G. just finds it enervating... D.

water fight!

ended up pouring my glass of cranberry juice down G.'s head... -- just didn't know how else to drive it home that I was *serious*!

I really need him to stop "fixing" all sort of "problems" that are really no problem for me... No! I do not need my desk cleared up... (I never know where to find things after he "tidies up"...) No! I do not need my email account organized... (I like it as simple as possible so I can easily find stuff I need and ignore the rest) etc.

Delia

P.S. anyways, it turned into a monster hilarious water fight, backing each other into pretty much each and every tiled area of the house (where we could pour water on each other without damaging anything) and laughing like we haven't done it in a long time... we ended-up in the bath tub... together... D.

special treat for Valentine's: G.'s cleaning house...

naked! D.

(VDay) The meaning of "Be mine!"

I never quite got it until G. wrote "M I N E !" across my bum with a magic marker...

Delia

P.S. he got away with it because I was happily napping... D.

he's going to give me a heart attack one day!

at least a couple of times a month I let out a blood-curdling-scream because he's sneaked-up on me when (and where...) I least expect it...

Delia

P.S. I'm going to have to remember to check the bath tub when I step out of the walk-in shower (fool me once etc.) D.

what will I remember from blogging?

Seth & Jon (fellow "contrarians") may well be the only ones I'll remember (11th comment)

Delia

P.S. and the felling of talking to myself in the future... (I think that's what really got me about blogging, the idea that I will be reading this 10, 20, 30...? who knows how many years down the road and hearing myself talk... well, more like think... D.

Huge Shaggy Dog: Black Russian terrier

something like this (never seen a dog like this before), leaning up against me all smiles...

Delia

P.S. I don't quite know how to react to dogs (didn't grow up with them as pets -- they were outside, to keep the bad people away); it was particularly hard to figure out what to do at one point in the past when a professor's dog -- a mature golden retriever -- was treating *me* as the owner... would always come to loudly great me at the office door, wrap himself around my feet when I would seat in the chair and was very difficult to dissuade from leaving with me when I would leave... D.

G.'s New Year resolution: round-up all my underware...

yes -- *mine*! and throw it away... ("it just gets in the way...") D.