Patrick has been very nice about everything. He, Jen, Warren, and Chris (remember the boy from Christmas tree shopping?) came to Grandpa's funeral.
Yesterday I came home from class about noon and noticed a flower box sitting outside on my porch. I opened it up and read the message:
Elaine, I hope classes are going okay. I miss you, Chris
That night, Patrick came over to study. "Nice flowers," he said, "who are they for?"
I smiled slyly. "Me of course," I said.
He was so jealous that he left and came back with a bigger bouquet and dinner!
"There!" he said, "I'm still your favorite, right?"
Haha. Boys.
I've decided that life is too short to sit around and contemplate all the time. So, tomorrow I am job-hunting. I am also going to look for my own apartment when the lease goes up in March. I am going to have my own kitchen full of lovely Fiestaware, a bedroom done in reds and yellows and creams, a clean bathroom that I won't have to share, and a cat or dog to take care of and love. Things are about to change, my friends.