12 February 2009 - 11:14 a.m.

dear diary,

the foster puppy goes to her new home this evening. i am sad. i will miss her. *tear*

last night, when the boyfriend and i went to bed, he asked if we should let her sleep on the bed with us, since it was her last night and all. (if it were my choice, she would have slept on the bed with us the whole time we had her, but he's weird about it. that's why it surprised me when he suggested it.)

so he pulled her out of the crate which she was already snuggley in, and put her on the bed. after some romping around, she finally squeezed in between the boyfriend and me.

she is such a big lug. i could feel her warm body relax against mine, and it stayed there all night. she didn't move at all...not until i got up this morning.

man, i love her, and will really miss her.

that's not to say i won't be happy to have more time and attention to give my own dog.

and, i guess without the distraction of a puppy, i will now have more time to look for a job which, i admit, i am not looking forward to. i am a great worker, but i despise job hunting and interviewing.

the boyfriend is almost moved in. tomorrow he turns in the keys to his apartment. it's weird. he's unofficially lived here for so long, i'm not sure how things will change...people say things change when you live together. i guess i will see what they mean.

we got into a fight the night before last. the boyfriend had said he would massage my feet (which i really needed because i was PMSing and my feet were bloated and achy), but hours went by with him watching tv, working (and playing) on his laptop, etc. at 11:15pm, i finally moved from the couch (where i had been sitting with him), to a chair, and he was like "where are you going? i was going to rub your feet." and i was like, no you weren't.

i told him it was too late; we'd be going to bed soon. he got mad because i was "pouting" and he thought it was shitty of me to get upset because he didn't massage my feet when i wanted him to (which was earlier in the night).

we slept on opposite ends of the bed all night. in the morning, he pulled me close to him but didn't say anything about the night before.

i'm sure he didn't really get why i was upset. i was upset because that wasn't the first time he'd told me he'd do something, then didn't, or just procrastinated about it long enough til it was too late.

he had a long day yesterday and got home at 9pm. after getting settled, he sat at the end of the couch where i was laying, grabbed the massage oil, pulled the socks off my feet, and proceeded to rub each foot for 30 minutes.

aaaahhh...

he is a good man. i know, without a doubt, that he loves me more than anything.

cali

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