"I will be so mad at you if you gave me syphilis!"

The thing with blogging is it's easy to let a few days pass and wait until you're feeling particularly inspired to lay down some pretty words about gooey things. Which is awesome, because I have those moments a lot more frequently than I do post but the pattern I'm establishing is to only writing smushy stuff. Meg and I are a lot more than smushy...sometimes we're schmoopy, shiny, and silly.

For the last few days, my girl has had herpes...or possibly just some acne breakout on her lip which I affectionally and fearfully refer to as 'the herp' while running away refusing to kiss her. Last night, we went over to my mom's for dinner and Meg got to hear stories of my teenage angst and door-slamming puberty. Next week, I get to meet the majority of Meg's extended family at Thanksgiving dinner where I hope to impress her mom with my ability and desire to contribute to the meal...unlike Meg who has for years relied on dish duty to earn her a spot at the table. Tuesday night, we hauled a treadmill into the house hoping this would inspire us to keep (or get) moving as winter sets in and more of our social events revolve around dinners out. Last week, Meg took a huge step by inviting my kitty, Stuart Little, to live with her...granted, he's moved in before me but I'll assuage my jealousy by looking at his cute face:

The point of all this is that we're normal with normal jobs and normal concerns....that's not to say that I've set us up as extraordinary, but the last few blogs have been so love-gross that I wanted to put some memories down about the normal stuff. The regular day, though, is interrupted by the little moments of goo that take my breath away while the next instant is some mix of giggling and teasing. This is the truth that I love about our life together; busting out laughing as Meg heads into the shower with toothbrush in hand, hearing 'this is my favorite spot' as she curls into my shoulder to cuddle, eating a cold English muffin when she 'forgets' to toast it first, and showing my friends how beautiful she is when she does this:

This is why I love my life. Happy sexiversary and KSG'iversary, love.

"I hope I bought your cell phone the right kind of ring."

My girlfriend keeps having dreams that I propose and slip an ugly, gaudy ring onto her finger. Thing is, I ain't proposing. Yet. The frequency of these dreams is enough to, if I were a boy, make my man parts shrink up inside me and flee in terror. But, since I'm a lesbian, I just smile and make promises not to eff it up when it does happen. Her nightmares include large colored gemstones set into gold, but this whole time I was thinking I'd go with a huge pearl or some quartz, maybe. Eh, I'll decide at some point; I figure if I could string her along with KSG (kinda-sorta girlfriend) status for almost 7 months then I have plenty of time to get down on my knee.

I haven't played the marriage planning thing very much in the past; I was never that little girl who dreamt of her dream wedding and giddily picked out colors with her best friends. Between basketball and cartoons, I was far too busy for all that. But, somehow, as my personal tastes have evolved I know some of the definites already and as Meg and I have giddy conversations about it, I know we're on the same page.

But, until then, our cell phones are the only things that are married in our lives so far. Yesterday, we combined plans and, for my sweet gf, this was a huge step in our relationship. Granted, I took on all the burden and took her plan into mine so it's my neck on the line, but it's still a positive step to tricking Meg into letting me move in and paying off all my bills. ;) I hate that she's been burned in the past by this sort of thing so she's a little wary, but I think each day she sees that I'm not going anywhere and we're doing great.

In other news, and probably a bit more important than all this, is that we just celebrated the election of Barack Obama. My gf and I have been working with the campaign for the last couple months and worked the polls from morning to night together and it was beyond words how wonderful it was to see everything come together on Tuesday night. It's one of those moments in history that you'll always remember where you were and I'm ecstatic that I saw it all happen curled up with Meg in our pjs and in each other's arms. It was one of the most beautiful moments in both our national and my personal history. Thank you, sweet girl, for your hard work and dedication to hope and optimism and for dragging me out to see how each person can impact the whole. We got to see the nation and our state, which hadn't gone blue since 1964, turn into a rainbow of new promise and dedication. And we got to see it together.