Tom’s been sprucing up the trailer. He’s looking very forward to building the house, something he’s always wanted to do.

He says he’s sure we won’t have to worry about it building up like crazy where we’re going because land splitting and people bringing in manufactured homes isn’t a big thing there like it is here. There they don’t want to live so close together and aren’t zoned to do so, and they’re building things like log cabins, domes, etc. This may be so, but I’ll believe the neighbor curse is broken once I see it. Meanwhile, it’s still quite a coincidence that the always-home, huge, loud families with dogs outside barking up a storm all the time just happen to be next to me. Like I said, this has been going on since ’92. I swear the NHA cursed me in so many ways! Just maybe I could sleep with my husband if they hadn’t scarred me like they did, but it’s ok. Tom and I will always love each other even though I’m sure we’ll always be just friends.

The move will be a good test to either further prove or disprove my suspecting he likes to tease me. Or at least think he’s teasing me. This would be by getting it on with me once, making me think it was going to be a regular thing, then never hitting on me again. Sort of like last fall where he made like he was going to get it on with me, then never touched me again.

I’d really rather he just not bother. If he wants to be friends, and I want to be friends, then so be it. Let’s act like friends, let’s live like friends, let’s be friends.

He loves to eat, as he himself admits. Especially ice cream. Yet whenever he’d have a pint, he’d end up sick. So I put a spell on him before yesterday’s ice cream, and for the first time ever, he didn’t get an upset stomach!