h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Well...my sweetie (Babydoll is her nickname...well, it's mine for her anyway.) is all moved in, her stuff got here this past weekend and we're trying to find space for it all. Fortunately, my place has some storage space for what we can't put out. Still and all, she has more clothes than anyone on the face of the earth and would give Emelda Marcos (sp?) a run for her money when it comes to shoes.

I shouldn't winge on though, her style and 'elan is part of the reason I'm so crazy about her. I guess it's part of the price you pay for having that style. Why in the world she's interested in me, particularly when the most stylish I get is a pair of blue jeans and gym shoes, usually with a button-down shirt of some neutral color with the sleeves rolled up and pens in the pocket, is beyond me. However, I'm thankful that she is, particularly as she's such a knockout!

I have to go and meet her family this Thanksgiving and am already sweating over it. The man who's stared death in the face numerous times, been under fire by people trying to kill him and treated people for traumatic amputations and did triage in the middle of the burning wreckage at the Ramstein Air Disaster back in the 80's, all without blinking an eye or panicking in the least bit. BUT, going to meet my sweet-hearts Mum and Da has got me chewing my fingernails and pacing the floor nights, go figure!
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