Bellylaughing.

Unabashedly stolen for a message board i post to;

What does your partner do that makes you laugh?

He gives me a series of peckish kisses, declaring between each one "mine *smooch*mine*smooch*mine"...mimicing the seagulls in Finding Nemo.

He installs pimpassed red furry seat covers in the car.

He sings and dances with me in coffeeshops, ending with a boobgrab to make me honk aloud to amuse passers by.

He stands nekked and waves his weiner about in the air.

He "tickles" me by attempting to insert his own body limbs into my bellybutton. (your elbow does not fit! No, not even with an extra shot of lube!).

He wears wings around a shopping mall.

He jumps like a girlie girl when i yell "boo".

He reads in the loo (why? I just don't grok this)....and gets involved enough in his book that he loses track of time and spends aaaages in there.

He tries on silly hats, bunny ears and whatever else catches my eye.

He blows raspberries on my stomach to the tune of the Star Wars theme.

He smiles at babies, even though he does not want one.

He brings me to the ocean.

He swims up underneath me and bites my ass when we are swimming.

He makes time to detour to the pet shop to oogle the puppies.

He tells me he loves me.

Pimpmobile!

So the boy bought a Ute a few weeks ago. Thats a pickup or just a truck to the rest of you lot. Wanna see? Voilla!

Being the considerate and accomidating sort (shhh! he does not like it when i ruin his tuff and gruff Grrry man reputation (psssst! heas all fluffy, really)), he actually went out of his way to only look at automatic vehicles. They are rare here; but I don't drive manuals. I feel so spoilled.

But the best part is coming. Not only does he tolerate my sense of humour; he actively encourages me. So we are partway through decking it out till it OOZES cheese. Red plush seat covers! Wheee! Fuzzy dice and disco balls, here we come!

It's the little things that make me smile, i know. But still. You can't help but sit in this thing and grin at the sheer screamingly obnoxiousness of it all.

We r teh classy.

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Get thee to an aeroplane!

Whirlwind few weeks. My ex was in town, and staying with me and the boi. Yeah...no potentional for anything to go horrifically wrong there, huh? Sorry to dissapoint you; but no Jerry Springer show arose from the visit; the ex was on good behavior (relaively speaking), and the loved-up shmoopy boi himself was playing it up by wisely being his most positive helpful self. I'm thinking of apponting him for sainthood.

Finally got to Sydney. Spent two days congradulating myself on having perfect intuition yet again regarding accomidation; the place i picked online turned out to be PERFECTLY situated right in freak central, but one block over making it absolutely quiet when we wanted to sleep, yet only steps aay from 24 hour people waching. Got to do most things on the adgenda; but did not make it UP the bridge; the observation center was closed when we were there. Also missed out on a nighttime harbour cruise, due to sloppy planning and exhaustion.

Spent a weekend north, flaked out on a beach. Spend some time on a boat tour, which took us dolphin, dugong and sea turtle watching, as well as snorkelling on some shipwrecks. Cool as fuck; but also more then a little scarey at times. I'm a dork. Things looming up at me from out of the deep kept making me panic, resulting in me floundering about and sucking in water. The boys had a minor testosterone competition when bravely atttepting sandtoboganning form a fuck off big dune. The boi was only hurt a little and hid it very well, so his ego remains intact.

Valentines day was a quiet one, free from the hallmark -inspired trappings that i detest so much. It was still my most enjoyable one to date. And i further thumbed my nose at convention by going off and buying the boi a ring. Ha! I laugh at your gender conventions!

pics of all the adventures to appear shortly, i promise.

Closing a chapter

Finally. The ex dude is here for a visit...we've taken him all over the place and played tour guides (more on that later). It';s all going great. Easy going freindship thing, for the most part. couple minor slip ups into slightly uncomfortable territory; but any conflicts get resolved fairly fast without undue fuss.

Tonight, we finally managed to tell his parents that we are getting a divorce.

A few days ago, we agreed its time to actually get started filing for divorce, after several years of separation, and both of us being in serious relationships with others.

I don't know how i feel. I feel little. Telling the in laws had been a major want of mine...and a major fear. When the ex and i split, i was far more anxious over the thoguht of saying goodbye to his family then worry about what would happen to him and i. Guess thats normal; we'd both had time to adjust, and we knew we would sort things out to a good friendship.

But I'm worried it will be hard for the family to do the same.

I want to make them stay right where they were in my life. but know it is inevitable that things will change alot from here on in.

I feel lost.

And I'm glad it's done.