Ewwww...

The red head may have passed the birthday test, but he certainly did not pass the damsel in distress test. Here's what happened.
The biggest bug in America (see photo - I had to show it because it's so scary!) decided to move into my apartment. Not a crunchy cockroach. A many-legged creepy crawler actually. And, not somewhere where I could stomp on it and be done with it either. The creepy crawler was in my bedroom above my bed on the ceiling, near the ceiling fan, nearly 12 feet feet from the ground.

There are two problems with this situation.

1. There is absolutely no way I'm going to bed while that thing is on the ceiling.
2. Even if I were to grin and bear it, I can't turn on the ceiling fan because it would fling leggy onto my bed.

It's summer, I need the fan on. It's nearly midnight, I need to go to bed.

So, I called the red head, it wasn't that late and he only lives 5 blocks away so it should have been an easy, "Sure, I'll come over and kill the bug!"

NOPE.

He said, "No Lisa, it's just a bug, kill it and go to bed!" So, I hung up on him and went to sleep on the couch. I woke up every hour from either a "concerned call" from him or the nightmare of thinking that creepy crawler was coming to get me.

I'll forgive him, but the next time he's "sick" -- boys are so dramatic when they are sick -- I will tell him to suck it up and get some soup.

Girls, am I right -- boys are the biggest babies when they are sick?

Pink things

He passed the birthday test! I got a bag of pink things and a Matt Murton t-shirt (another red head that I have a crush on). And, we went to Deleece for a good dinner. What's next?
A cottage trip?
So, this is the weekend of the annual trip to Michigan with the mostly-married crowd. The one where I sleep in a room with twin beds. Anyway, contrary to the "being married and boring" stigma, this group is really fun. Flippy cup, BBQs, beach, casinos and more fun stuff.
Should I bring the red head? Thought about it a bunch. I know he'll have fun. And, I do have an extra twin bed in my bedroom.
Hmmmm...
So, I asked. Kind of a a big deal.
And he couldn't go. No big deal now. Or so I thought.
He just called (the cottage is wireless so yes, I'm blogging from vacation) and his plans changed so now he's on the way to Michigan!

Things that I hope do not happen while he is here:
- Someone brings up the blog
- He freaks out because there is an 8-month old here
- He freaks out and wants to have kids! (Austen is really cute, it could happen)
- He can't swim and I have to save him from drowning
- He sucks at flippy cup
- He can't juggle (then, he won't fit in with Perry!)

Wish me luck!

Thanks for all of your comments on camping, but...

...I still feel the same. I love not camping, like she said.

The camping weekend came and went and despite my non-attendance, he's still talking to me.

The red head that is (just in case you have not been reading).

And, then there was the b-day test...

Yes, I'm another year older and very, very aware that I am still single, without child or even a mortgage. I do; however, have a job. So, I got that going for me. Anyway, back to my birthday.

I was out of town for the big day, but on Birthday Eve, he surprised me with long stem pink roses. And as my sister pointed out to me, he gets extra points for pink roses. So true. So true. I love pink. But, that's not all. Tomorrow, he's taking me out for my birthday. No idea what the plan is. All I know is that he is planing it and he's not bugging me with thousands of questions about where I want to go. More point-earning activity from the red head. A few more weeks of this and I may have to come clean about the blog. But, for now, I do what I want!

Tomorrow, I'll tell you about a really funny job interview I have for a position that I applied for 10 months ago. It has to do with dating and speed.

Intrigued? I bet you are.

A camping trip?

Not so much.
When I was younger (in my 20s), I would have said yes to a camping trip with new, pretend boyfriend, but old lady Lisa said "no way" to going camping with the red head.

Think it was a good move.

For those of you that may not know or have simply forgotten, I HATE CAMPING and I've already written about it here in the blog. I mean if it were Marty, I would have gone camping because he would have never spoken to me again after camping. And that would have been an easier way to get out of that mess compared to what I actually did to end it -- which was to tell him I moved away.

So, the red head will be camping without me this weekend and I'll be running around at Lollapalooza looking for a band member makeout!
What? It's not cheating, the red head and I aren't officially going steady yet!