So I'm smitten. Been walking around in a fog for a while telling anyone who'd listen (and some that didn't really want to listen, take for instance the file clerk at Macy's who got to hear my mewling love smitten blather, she would've thrown something at me if her manager hadn't walked in and interrupted...). Life is pretty good. I'm happy, one cute little old muppet short but it's alright.
And the Sweet Girl wants me to be neater. Anyone who knows me know that neatness and organization don't really get along all that well in Stew-land. Or at least that's been my historical modus operandi. The Sweet Girl has cured me though.
Amazingly enough I'm actually getting organized. The garage was becoming a great big cluttered mess. And I kept thinking about just cleaning it up. So last weekend, I did. Pulled everything out, tossed the old stuff, gave away some stuff that I didn't need anymore and painted the floor. It's really really nice now. And this is so unlike me that it's sometimes scary walking into the garage.
The rest of the house is spotless (of course) and now there's nothing holding me back from simply maintaining the clean. Gotta say, it feels really good.
The amazing thing is that this is really due to the Sweet Girl. She inspired me. And because I know that she likes the clean, neat, organization, it's really enjoyable for me too.
This is so weird.