I have on my desk at work a photo of Marv, the kids and myself. It's a family portrait that I had done not too long ago - within the last year or so. My boss came over and told me that when I show the picture to someone new I should explain who Marv is because otherwise they ask her later, "So is that her dad?" She was kind of teasing, so I put a small post it note that said, "Not My Dad" with an arrow pointing to Marv on the picture. She and laughed so hard she said she wouldn't have to do sit ups that night.

I told Marv about it, and he said that one of the new waitresses at the Depot asked him, "will your daughter be joining you tonight?" I asked him what he responded, and he said that he said "no." I punched him and said, "You did not. What did you really say?" He said he ignored her. LOL

Anyway, it always strikes me as odd because we've been together almost four years now. At some point you just kind of think that everyone - EVERYONE - must know. Whether they know you or not. A friend of mine asked me why people even care, and I said that I don't think it's so much that they "care" per se, but rather that it's just human nature to try to put things into an understandable category. You see a much older man with a younger woman, and you have to put it somewhere, so you rifle through the files trying to figure out where this fits.

Anyway, so the man who is NOT my father and I decided to head out tonight and do something fun. It's been a while since I've had the energy. I arrived at his house, and he had built a shelf unit today and wanted to slap it into the red room. Not gonna happen. I said, This is how the room got to be cluttered in the first place. So we re-arranged the TV room so that it would be in a good spot.

Then we headed north to the Woodcraft Supply store, which had anti-fatigue floor mats for about half price. Then to Baker's Square for pot roast. Then to Starbucks for lemon poundcake and chai for me and mocha latte for Marv.

Then we stopped at Barnes and Noble where I got several magazines. Marv is fasting and didn't get anything.

Then around 9:45 we headed home. It's now about 11:50 (I'm practicing using the numbers) and I need to get to sleep. I'm wearing my "Sleeps With Dogs" nightshirt that Marv got me for Christmas and indeed the dogs are sleeping on my bed.

saturday I work in Lakeville and then will be hurling myself into a hole cut in the icy lake. Not really sure why, but there it is.

Anyway, I'm off to sleep now. :)