There are times when I feel like every conversation we've ever had just goes right out the passenger window.
Then I say things that I don't really mean, and he says things he doesn't mean either. It's a mess.
But the goal of the conversation was to be productive, and now nothing is being said because no one can say anything nice.
Some times I just can't tell him what's on my mind. It's not a secret, I just don't have the words.
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On Thursday B-man and I went to Barley's Taproom and Pizzeria. It was good. Good food, and good company. I went as an extra credit oppertunity for one of my classes, but I probably would've gone any ways. It was a good chance to meet some new people and just enjoy a night out with friends. I know it is not as interesting for Bran-man because he doesn't sign, but maybe he'll be motivated to learn a little bit? Maybe?
Then after the dinner/hanging out we went on a scavenger hunt to find this:
That big jar on the right. Ignore my awesome pot-hanging system , and Mr. Moose in the fish bowl. That big jar on the right is the beginning to my awesome kitchen. Yeah, the one I don't have right now, but one day, in the future, will be mine. The one that will be full of windows, and the upper cabinents will be glass so people can see my fun eclectic dishes (that I have not collected yet), and the big island where the whole family can sit to make cookies at Christmas time. Yeah... I'm getting there. One step down, a million more to go.
