Oh, little pink apartment, how do I love thee? I so wish I could spill ALL of the secrets I have here, but, alas, I fear the guts I have to spill are a tad too revealing. I would pass judgment on me reading what I have to say.

So I won't say it. Sorry, ladies. Maybe in time.

Things have been going very well with Liam lately...he's been happy and kind--save for one argument which resulted in this Constance yelling "DO YOUR OWN F&@*KING LAUNDRY". I was in a terrifically terrible mood that night, but bad as it was, I'm proud of myself. Ya see, as nice and kind and caring as Liam is, he also is a tad controlling and also hypercritical. Normally when we argue I'll admit defeat (even though I know I'm right) to quell the situation. This time, I didn't. It confused the heck out of him, and he was sweet as pie (almost to the border of sucking up) for the next few days afterwards. Mission accomplished! Meanwhile, his un-folded laundry is STILL sitting in a basket--I am taking a stand and refusing to do it for him, to see how long he will go until putting it away. My bet is...well...never.

I spent a glorious 5-day vacation about 1000 miles away from home. Left Liam at home and had fun fun fun while I was away visiting my BFFs. I felt amazing when I got back...after the vacation hangover wore off.

Then, Liam and I spent about a day in the woods, visiting family and having a good old time. I think both of us needed it.

I'm still irritated about clean-house issues...it seems like all I ever do is run around the house picking stuff up, dusting, doing dishes, vacuuming--and if I slack off for one day, it looks like a category-5 hurricane swept through the place.

Well, that was enlightening, huh? I should have some more, um, juicy stuff for y'all later.

It seems like all i do here is bitch and moan...but that's what little pink apartments are for, right?
My man is really great--nice, fun, silly, loving, but GOOD GOD DAMN he is a pain in my ass sometimes, especially when it comes to money. So we both pay the rent together, right, but it comes out of my bank account. He informs me last week that he wouldn't be able to put in his portion until Tuesday (2 days after rent is due). I say OK, because the check never clears until the 4th.

Guess what happened.

The rent check miraculously clears my account on Monday. He puts the money in on Tuesday. I get slapped with a $40 overdraft fee. I ask him to pay it and he says "are you blaming me for your overdraft?"

Seriously, people...am I missing something here? If it was me who caused his account to be overdrawn, I would be wracked with guilt and offer to pay him the overdraft fee and then some.

My solution: We open a joint account, to be used only for shared expenses. If it is overdrawn, it is our problem, not my problem.

Constances -- is it just me or are all men absolute idiots when it comes to money? Like, they are broke when you are out of toilet paper/toothpaste/soap/etc but when they see a new toy they like somehow they always find the money to buy it?

I am totally PMSing this week..any time I PMS my money worries/anger with my man about said money issues are increased tenfold, it annoys the crap out of me but he really needs to stop.