This article cracks me up for several reasons. Apparently, I’m not supposed to be the least bit interested in March Madness and should be going to a stitch and bitch instead. What’s doubly funny about this is, Indie Rocker couldn’t care less about basketball, or really, watching organized sports on TV at all. He just doesn’t enjoy watching sports the way that Marshall, Chitown, WRX, Dutchman, my family and my college girlfriends do. However, he seems to want to humor me. He gets major points for putting the Kentucky game, unrequested by me, on the radio for the drive down to his aunt and uncle’s for dinner on Sunday. He doesn’t give a whit about any of the games, but drove for 45 minutes listening to the entire first half of the UK-Michigan State game for me and I didn’t even have to ask him to do it. We got in the truck and he asked me if the game was on the radio. He’s such a good guy.
It was a really nice Easter and a relaxing day. I’m still kind of sleepy, though, and it’s a darn good thing that I can drink coffee again!
I had an interesting talk with Chitown about relationships and have decided that most of what goes on with me and Indie Rocker is personal and while I will continue to share little tidbits, most everything about him I’m going to keep off the blog. I respect his privacy and I respect our relationship. I don’t want to find out what happens if I blab too much and it comes back to bite me. So if you want to know more than I write, you’re just going to have to email or call me!! Sorry if that makes it less interesting, but I guess that’s what happens when you date someone you actually care about. Weird, huh?
Quote of the Day: “Now is not the time to go/I feel the morning afterglow/and it feels so very strange/it’s very very frightening/I realized what’s happening/Could it be that I’d fall in love?” Morning Afterglow, Electrasy.