Word of the Day: spindrift Update on the phone - it's doing well. It's not that we're two perfect people, because we're not. We both have our flaws, many, many, and we are both far from being normal. But together, we match. Our flaws don't cancel each other out, but instead compliment each other. I don't even know how that makes sense and maybe it doesn't really, but it seems that way to me. We don't have fights, not really. Usually I get annoyed or uncomfortable or disappointed and don't talk for a little while, and then I can't help but say something, usually apologetic, and then I'm fine. And that's that. We worry about things more than we fight about things. I suppose that's because we have other things to think of and take care of than just the two of us. But that's fine by me. I don't miss the drama. The only reason I really ever thought about any of this is because, yes, I'm somehow still bothered by the Aaron/Dawn thing. All that drama, not knowing what's going to happen hourly as well as daily--that just seems painful. It just seems to me that the two of them are way too different from one another, different styles, different attitudes, to be ultimately happy. I don't know. Once again, like I said before, I don't know why I think about this so much. It just seems wrong if the value or goodness/badness of a day hinges on how your boyfriend/gilrfriend feels at the moment. Like I keep saying, oil and water, oil and water. I don't understand why they both keep abusing/taking abuse from each other. It doesn't seem worth it to me. I want to say there has to be something there that I'm not seeing, something that's worth all the arguments, the fighting, the misunderstandings, the everything, but I don't really think there is. Speaking of the eldest Hamilton child, we went to Edna to see the Hamiltons yesterday afternoon. I really don't know why they're so good to me, but I'm so thankful that they are. They really are like my second set of parents. I always feel welcome, I never feel weird, and they always feed me. The only thing that bothered me was that, of course, Aaron had to be with Dawn, they had to go to Houston to shop. Not that it really mattered if Aaron was there or not, just so long as someone was there we were happy. Any road, they told us stories about their children when they were little, about the school/school district, about mutual friends, and they gave us food. So so awesome. They're great. Reminder: don't eat a whole lot of Wint-O-Green Lifesavers and then take a couple swigs of Dr Pepper. Waaaaaaaaaaaay too sweet. There was something else I was going to write about, but I can't remember what it was. I need to start making lists, but knowing me I'd lose a list and then have to try to make another one and it'll just be a miserable failure. I told JD last night to remind me that I have to buy underwear the next time we're at Wal-Mart. He said he'd try. Neither one of us will remember. And now, just because I'm writing this down, I'll remember. Fine.