“We were together. I forget the rest.”
I used to go out a lot. Like, 4-5 times a week. When I met John, the craving to do that all but evaporated and though we do get out, going out to a bar for the sake of it is rare. There are times when I think we’ve gotten into too much of a homebody routine, but for the most part I quite like it. I sort of formalized that in my mind this weekend, and finally said it out loud to John. For some reason, I had hesitated to vocalize it… I was afraid he might say something along the lines of “yeah, about that…”. But instead, when I said, “You know? Honestly? I would be totally happy to spend every Friday night at home with you and Jake, opening a bottle of wine, watching Bill Maher and doing laundry, he looked at me sideways and replied, “Well YEAH. That’s my favorite.” Ah yes. Speaking your mind is always a good thing.
On Sunday we decided to check out a dog park I had heard about on Mercer Island. It’s in a little cove of the island and opens onto the water. It was gorgeous, with pine trees and ferns everywhere. Needless to say Jake was in heaven, as were we. A new tradition was born. As you can see, Jake is not small, shy or recuperating, but that sign is the greatest, don’t you think?
Another discovery: we are both itching to do a ton of redecorating our house. Namely, the living room. John wants a new TV, among other things, and I wouldn’t mind putting it on this.