The Boys...

You asked--if they all fall through, I blame you! ;)

Cabinet maker just called. He is very nice, and we have a lot in common, actually. He was thrilled that he has been able to salvage more items, include an antique table, some Wedgewood plates, a silver platter, family photos (which made me the happiest for him), and his baseball card and stamp collection.

He is always helping people who are down and out, and it has backfired on him a few times, but he still does it. He opened his home several times to people he knew, sometimes not very well, because they had nowhere to go. He only asked that they made an effort to work, and if they couldn't find work, then do some cleaning and yard work while he was at work.

Anyway, he had 2 guys living in his basement, and while they had very little, he has promised them they will get their stuff replaced. As if that isn't nice enough, he has been paying for one of them to stay in a hotel. Can you believe that?

The police officer talks more than me. It is true. He is buff. BUFF, I say. His calves should be cast in bronze. Maybe even gold or platinum. And he is funny, and as noted in the previous post, he likes my laugh.

He is this tough cop, with 2 little dogs. Very good to the dogs and they are sweet. The younger of the two he met when he was taking animal cruelty classes (prevention, not how-to) at the Humane Society. He begged the "boss" there for the dog. She said she would see what she could do. Four days later, he assumed he wasn't getting the dog, when she called and said to come get her. The dog, that is, and not the "boss" at the Humane Society. Since B3 hasn't called, this guy is probably in the lead--but it will be a year or so before I am in good enough shape for the buff bod to see me nekkid. Like Janet Jackson, I promise, I'll be worth the wait. (Yeah, like Ms, Instant-Gratification here would wait for anything!)

Police office was saying to me, "I just don't know why someone wouldn't take care of their body. You only have the one, and if you take care of it, you can live so much longer."

Good philosophy.

Mine is more like this: You only have one life and it is only so long. You may as well enjoy it. Go ahead and have a second helping of mashed potatoes and gravy. Have a sundae for breakfast! Just make sure it has a fruit topping, and you have two important food groups! Life is here to enjoy!

But that aside, he is very nice and polite. Oh, and he took his Sergeant's test today. I hope he did well. We talked last night. He has a ton of stuff to do the next couple of days. He'll call. I'm confidant. Oh, and he calls me Miss America. Of course, he calls his female dog that, too, so I guess I shouldn't really take that as a big sign of any sort.

I have a date set up for Friday night. We'll see. He is a bit of a cynic, but we are totally on the same page politically and socially. We have great conversations and he is very, very well read on politics and history. He is also really excited to meet me. Why wouldn't he be? hahaha

The lawyer is lost in limboland. Whatever. He and my mom have a similar sense of humor, (Again, see earlier post; the one about nixing the digital camera) so it may be just as well. :)

There are a few other prospects, but nothing is really getting me all googley-eyed.

And there you have it.