#I think these two are the most cutest littlest guys to ever exist!! ever!!

[sunnydayaoe]

Nap time :)

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #396

“every time i leave, you say you won’t be there, & you’re always there”

So, is it gif with a hard G or soft G? I used to say "jif," but now I pronounce it as "gif." If you use libraries, what is the largest overdue fine you’ve ever had? *shrug* Do you ever borrow things other than books from the library? I remember back in the day, they used to offer educational computer games, and I bought a dinosaur one as a kid that I was madly obsessed with. Are there still any movie rental places left where you live? Just Redbox things outside of some stores. Do you ever buy secondhand books (or DVDs, video games, CDs)? Yeah; Ebay is my friend. Or do you prefer them to be brand new? I mean yeah, but it's not a massive deal to me so long the thing is operational or not falling apart. Do you ever write fanfic? Of what? Nah. Do you ever READ fanfic? Of what? Also nah. Do you have a favorite classical composer? No. Have you ever had multicolored/rainbow hair? No, but I would LOVE to. What kind of hats, if any, do you like to wear? I don't wear hats. What is your #1 deal-breaker with friendships? If you're manipulative, byyyyyeeeee~ Who is your favorite character on Bob’s Burgers and why? (If you watch it) I've seen some episodes, but I don't actually watch it. Have you ever had a retro celebrity crush? Like a crush on an “old” celebrity who was most famous a long time ago or is long dead? Audrey Hepburn, for one, is drop-dead GORGEOUS. When you buy/receive new clothes, do you instantly wear them or wash first? It depends on what I bought and where it's from. What’s the weirdest item you’ve seen for sale on Ebay? Idk. Are parents to blame for what their kids do on the Internet? No; kids make their own choices. I do, however, believe the parents should monitor what they do until they reach a certain degree of maturity, as well as the child's history with what they've done on the Internet. Do you use acronyms to remember things? Sometimes. Do you take pills like Tylenol for the littlest aches and pains? No. Only if I'm really in pain will I take Ibuprofen/Advil. Don’t you think Crocs are ugly? Big time. I don't know why they're in vogue now when they used to be so widely hated. When was the last time you went roller skating? Oh, it's been years. Who was your favorite Ninja Turtle? I was never into the franchise. Horror flicks make you: laugh, scream, or squirm? I prefer the ones that make you uneasy. I'm not a big fan of the nasty ones, and I want to feel on edge when I'm watching a horror film, but it's EXTREMELY rare I become legitimately scared. If you could become a doctor, what would you specialize in? Uhhhh. Maybe genetic disorders. What’s the cutest thing a little kid has ever said to/in front of you? I'm sure it was something my niece or nephew said, but I'm unsure of what. They've said many adorable things. Did any characters from TV shows scare you as a kid? Which one(s)? FUCKING KING RAMSES FROM COURAGE THE COWARDLY DOG. FUCK he gave me nightmares. What’s the saddest thing you’ve heard on the news recently? I was very saddened to hear about the giraffe that died giving birth. Do you believe that acupuncture works? I'm not educated enough on this subject. Have you ever been hypnotized? No, and I don't believe it's possible to be. What’s the first food you can smell when you enter the mall? The soft pretzels, omg. That little stand is my favorite part of our local mall. They make DELICIOUS pretzels. What is the worst hurt you’ve ever experienced? Jason leaving. Are huge muscles gross or sexy? Like serious body builders, it's gross to me. I prefer a natural musculature. Have you ever fished and caught something weird? I know I have, but what isn't coming to mind. Do you use an umbrella when it rains? Unless it is absolutely pouring, no. Do you like getting caught in the rain? No. What is the hardest part of cleaning for you? It requires physical exertion and I am INCREDIBLY weak with non-existent stamina. Do you have any fake flowers in your room? No. Do you own any succulents? No. What is your favorite thing about spring? The only thing I like about spring are all the flowers. What is something you find hard to draw? HANDS. UGH. Was it sunny for your senior prom pictures? Sigh. It was a beautiful sunset. I REALLY wish I didn't delete all those pictures from existence. Have you ever seen a double rainbow? I've seen like, a triple rainbow. What’s one thing you want to learn how to make? Your ordinary meals. I really want to be able to cook my own food from scratch. Do you have stomach issues? Maybe TMI, but it's been questioned but not fully examined that I may have IBS. My stomach is very sensitive. When was the last time you apologized and didn’t mean it? I'm not sure. Do you prefer to be the “talker” or the “listener” in a conversation? The listener. What’s a movie that you think everyone should see? Johnny Got His Gun. If you could have any hair color, what color would you want? Either pastel pink or light creamsicle orange. When was the last time you saw your “first love”? February of 2017. Who’s the smartest person you know personally? My best guy friend Girt. What makes them so smart? He's just very intelligent. Book-smart. Are there any bands/artists that get you all emotional? Ozzy. He and his music are so important to me. What’s your favourite aunt or uncle’s first name? Robert. Have you ever done a first aid course? No. What time do you generally wake up in the morning? It varies from like, 6:00-8:30ish. If you could have one superpower, what would it be? Definitely shapeshifting. I'd love to be a druid, man. Do you ever make surveys? If so, are they long or short? No, but I combine them because I don't like surveys that are too short by my standards. When is the next time you’ll change your hairstyle? Will you color it? Honestly, probably never. I love my current hairstyle, but I most certainly plan on dyeing it maaaany more times. As a child, what was your favorite game to play? I was hooked on the first three Spyro games. I would play 'em over and over. Do any of your siblings have significant others? Do you like them? My older sister is married, and I am NOT a fan of her husband. He's WAY too conservative and bigoted and racist and misogynistic, etc. etc. He's wonderful as a dad, like holy shit he loves his kids, but his beliefs are abhorrent. Dad's daughter is also married, and her husband is awesome. Mom's eldest daughter is also married, and her husband seems cool. My brother has a fiancee that I've never met. Do you believe in the concept of global warming? No fucking shit I do. It's impossible to logically deny, especially as the years go on. When was the last time you took a picture of something? Was it yourself? I took some pictures of this beautiful hydrangea bush outside the TMS office a few days ago. When drinking soda, do you prefer bottles or cans or poured in a glass? Cans, because it stays colder. Do you wear deodorant? Um, yes? If you had a pet pig, what would you name it? Probably something very unoriginal, like Wilbur. Do you like Led Zeppelin? I LOVE "Kashmir." "Stairway to Heaven" was madly important to me, but yeah... I can't listen to it anymore. Like seriously, I haven't in years. Do you like hugs? I do. Have you read the Constitution of the United States of America? Only the Bill of Rights for school. Do you have your own computer or use a family one? I have my own laptop. Do you take out the trash? Sometimes. Is there a calendar in the room you’re in? Outdated meerkat ones. What is your best friend’s name? Sara Jane. :') Have you ever seen a real-life cop chase? Maybe? What is your favorite shape? Circles. Are pigs adorable or dirty? They're precious! And pigs are actually a lot cleaner than people think, if they're not muddy. Anything moldy in your house? Not to my knowledge. Our old house had a serious mold problem, though, which is the primary reason we had to move. Especially with Mom having cancer at the time, she needed to be in the most sterile environment possible. Have you ever been in an earthquake? No. Do you enjoy history? No. Are you watching TV right now? No, but rather GameGrumps on YT. Could you ever be a mortician? True shit, it actually doesn't seem THAT bad. Can you solve a Rubik’s cube? Never seriously tried. How many pets do you have? Just two right now. Are you more close with your mom or dad? My mom. Who is the person that has impacted your life the most? Jason. Or Mom. Have you ever had a pet fish? Yeah. Poor things, they had terrible husbandry. I've learned a hell of a lot from a YouTuber/streamer that is like obsessed with fish about just how misinformed people are on how to take care of various fish. Your goldfish in that little bowl died for a reason, you know. Do you believe in ghosts? Yes. Do you prefer tea or coffee? Both suck. Have you ever vaped? No. How did your parents meet? They were co-workers. What was your first word? "Dada." Have you ever had a kinky dream about a celebrity? ... I mighta lmao. When was the last time you had Nutella? A long time ago. It reeeeaaaally needs to stay out of my house, because I will eat it straight out of the jar. Name someone with a sexy sounding voice. So I don't know where this was, but Mark was once credited in something as "if chocolate had a voice" and I was like YOU FUCKIN BET YOUR SWEET ASS.

[the-st0ryofagirl]

So I guess it’s you now

So I know that I tend to write on here when I have guy problems, or there’s something new in my life regarding a guy...so I assume you know what this post is gonna be about...

I know it may seem like I hop from guy to guy pretty quickly, and in a sense it’s kind of true. If there’s someone who shows me even the littlest bit of attention I stick to them like glue. I convince myself that the attention they’re showing is what I deserve. I believe this is due to the fact that I’ve never really been with a guy that has shown me that I’m valuable to them, almost all the guys that I’ve talked to have used me for their own pleasure. MTT was an exception, sort of, but not really since we were never boyfriend/girlfriend so it still felt like whatever we did was hidden/shameful. 

But holy cow, A.S makes me feel thinks I’ve never felt before. I get the damn butterflies, and I smile like an idiot when I think of our time together. 

So backstory short, we matched on Tinder a while ago while he was over on this side of the world for an orientation program before the school year was over (this was probably winter quarter of my junior year) (and he’s from the east coast too). We have been messaging ever since, and two weeks ago was the first time that we hung out. He came to SC around 2 pm and we went to go get burritos to-go and ate them at the beach, and that was supposed to be the end of the date since we both had plans for later that night, but we ended up going on a small hike and got to know each other more and more. We got lost, in each other that day. We were also really stoned, I had cottonmouth but I enjoyed kissing your coffee tainted lips under a graffiti painted bridge. 

We both cancelled our plans that night. Settling for making out in the car, my infamous bjs, listening to music and then closing the night off with a movie at the theater (Black Panther) and then saying goodbye at around 1:30 am. 

The next two weeks have been spontaneously texting each other when we can, he’s a busy busy guy (getting his damn masters and phD at the same time wtf), but he still texts me at the end of the day when he can to see how my day’s going and updates me on his. It’s so nice to talk to him, I don’t have to try to impress him. This Friday we made plans to hang again and so we did! After class on Friday he came over and we went to check out some beaches along the coast. The setting was perfect, the beaches were absolutely amazing, the sun was setting...it’s just always such a great time with him around. I not once checked my phone or checked the time at all, and time flies by when I’m with him..it’s like time doesn’t exist, it just all blurs together. I’ve never really been in a romantic relationship with anyone before where I’ve had such a genuinely nice, pure and natural connection. Not to mention the damn chemistry between us is insane.

After the beaches he came over to my place where we cooked and made pasta, we shared a bowl of pasta. How damn fucking cute are we. I’m smiling like a damn idiot just writing that sentence. He doesn’t watch TV either so him watching America Ninja Warrior while high was like the cutest shit ever because he was so stoked for it. After eating we had said earlier we wanted to watch that Indiana Jones movie, so we went up to my bed to watch it. Both my roommates were away. 

Stoned and horny, wanting the feel the physical side of our connection, we started making out and then we eventually ended up having sex. I wanted him so so much, there wasn’t any denying it. I could feel how much he wanted me though. Let me tell you something he’s got a preeetty big dick, and he genuinely feels so good inside me. Except sometimes when he went all the way inside me, I could feel him rearranging my insides just a little. And we got to try some different positions I hadn’t done before, it was way exciting. I also learned that I can deep throat his whole dick pretty well, the full 6(+?) inches. He got to meet my roommate and they talked and they seemed like they were vibing pretty well. 

We slept in the same bed and I surprisingly actually slept? Which is also crazy for me, because I struggle so much to sleep with others in the bed, especially other guys because I get all self conscious and start overthinking things, like where I should put my legs, where I should put my arms, etc. etc. etc. But with A, the fact that we were so comfortable with each other translated even in the aspect of sleep and cuddles. His body was always in search of mine, when i turned around, the way that our bodies wanted to moved towards each other and the way that our bodies just fit together. I didn’t have to worry about what I should do, because everything you do gives me reassurance for how you feel for me. I also had morning sex, and got eaten out multiple times, it was crazy and amazing holy shit. I’m sore btw. Like, all over. 

We then had coffee in the morning and we just talked and talked some more. When I went to go drop him off at his car we kissed goodbye and hugged in the parking lot and he brought up when the next time he was gonna see me was. When he asked I was genuinely shocked but it made me so giddy. He wanted to see me again...meaning last night didn't suck for you, right?! Texting for most of the day after that, nice too. We made plans for the next time we see each other, it seems I might be going to visit his campus instead this time! Staying the night most likely. 

I’m so excited and scared because this is the realest thing I’ve felt for someone in such a long time. He’s already caught me slippin’ here and there, maybe soon he’ll see me fall, I definitely feel like I’m stumbling for now. I just want to know what you think about everything, where’s your mind at boy? Let me know for my own sake and mental clarity plz 

[3one3]

The Sequel - 781

Truth To Power

André Schürrle, Juan Mata, other Chelsea players, and random awesome OC’s

(okay they’re less random now but they’re still pretty awesome)

original epic tale

all chapters of The Sequel

Spending 6 hours touring the Natural History Museum and visiting the London Film Museum to see the Bond cars exhibition with the whole family was a good way to recover from Wednesday night’s emotional diarrhea. Taking Lukas on any all-day outing was always a production that left little time for personal reflection. Christina was glad she didn’t have any opportunity to start picking through all that was said about her relationships with three of the four top guys in her life, and really enjoyed showing the fourth guy all kinds of cool things. He was just getting into dinosaurs, and he liked the Stegosaurus skeleton. The one on display in London happened to be the most complete ever found, and even if Lukas couldn’t put together that what he was looking at were the bones of the creature he had in stuffed and plastic form, he still found the staged skeleton captivating.

The whole experience of being in the crowded museum was fun and interesting and new for him. There were lots of little people around, which made it different from just walking around a busy store. There was no hurry. And Mommy, Daddy, Gran Ma, and Papa were all there to pick him up and show him things, or hold his hand so he could wander about and pick what to look at, or come over and look at whatever he wanted to show them. André found an “Investigate Center” near the bug exhibits, where everybody could pick up artifacts and check them out up close. The whole experience was a lot different to what the littlest Schürrle was used to in terms of going out to public places. Usually he was pushed or carried around while adults took care of errands or just getting from A to B. He was almost confused at first that they were there for him to have fun, and that he could do so much of his own walking. He liked the mammals exhibits best, with the big taxidermied animals he could name and identify, and some he’d never seen before. His mom liked the animal photography exhibit. Dad was into anything and everything to do with Earth, like the rocks and minerals displays. The grandparents were into feeling like grandparents. They took a million photos and virtually none of them were of the museum’s artifacts or recreations.

Lukas was pretty into cars, or anything with wheels, so he liked the Film Museum too even without any understanding of the significance of the cars used in the various James Bond movies. His parents enjoyed that aspect more. Christina took a lot of pictures there and her kid wasn’t in any of them. She also enjoyed the cappuccino she had when they stopped at a little cafe for a snack break, but it completely ruined her plan to nap they got home. Lukas went straight to sleep and André was ready to lie down, watch TV, and probably pass out. Christina wanted to rest a little too and then go squeeze in a few horses before the very late dinner reservation.

“May I read on you?” she asked her partner after giving up on the nap and getting herself some juice instead. She returned to the couch armed with the biography of Ernst Kantorowicz, a historian of medieval kings and their body politic. It was a study written by another medieval historian, who credits Kantorowicz, who began his career as a militant German nationalist in World War I and then sought safety in leftist-academia first in Oxford and then California, as the “most influential” medieval historian of all time. Christina wasn’t interested in that so much as she was in Kantorowicz’s evolution from right to left- from an outspoken and proud nationalist to the kind of person who stood up against a communism-fear-obsessed era loyalty oath tabled by his employer, the University of California, in 1949. He said, “This is the way it begins. The first oath is so gentle that one can scarcely notice anything at which to take exception. The next oath is stronger!” He said resistance must begin with the first oath because it was a “typical expedient of demagogues to bring the most loyal citizens, and only the loyal ones, into a conflict of conscience by branding nonconformists as un-Athenian, un-English, un-German.” The rider wanted to know how he got there from once writing that “since the dawn of time,” true loyalty had been possible only for Germans.

She wanted to know if it was through his study of kings, their politics, their realities, and the myth that worked its way into their legacies, or if it was more about his own experiences in life. He sounded like an interesting guy. The proprietor at her favorite independent bookshop recommended it to her when she stopped in to look for Christmas gifts. Things like that- like having a bookstore hookup who knew what she liked to read and could point her toward non-obvious books that could tickle her fancy- were among the reasons she still hated the idea of having to move away from London. Christina liked having ties to strangers since she didn’t have a lot of ties to family or even friends. She was going to miss her shopping consultant too, and the guy at Audi who made sure the techs were careful and mindful of all the non-original and very expensive parts on her R8 when she took it in to be serviced.

“Isn’t the TV going to bother you?” André asked. His girl shook her head so he turned from his side onto his back, unsure of exactly where she intended to read on him. Sometimes she liked to sit sideways across his lap so that she could lean over on his upper body, but he didn’t feel like being sat on so he remained relatively flat in his corner. Christina just stretched out on her back too and used his stomach as a pillow for her head. She tossed a blanket to cover her feet and wished Spencer and Lucky were around to sit with her. She could hold the heavy book with one hand and pet with the other, but they were at the barn. André was fine with only having her to pet. He finger combed her hair out across his waist.

He did spend a bit of his Thursday thinking about his Wednesday night. Watching Lukas look at stuff and either smile, turn pensive, or look like he could care less was only entertaining for so long. He thought about how relieved he felt to have a clear plan. André liked plans. Problems didn’t scare him if he could make a plan for fixing them. He believed eliminating some of the conflict within Christina by taking away boundaries could help her focus more on getting the best from Dirk, and that seeing some success there would make her feel whole and happy again, and that if she were whole and happy then all the other issues and questions she listed would shrink back into the shadows where they used to exist and where she was capable of ignoring them, or at least not let them consume her. He also felt good knowing he finally had the whole picture. His wife kept a lot of things inside that could have prevented some of their fights or difficult talks. He would have responded to things differently if he had the full context. So it looked to him like they were in for less of those fights and difficult talks going forward. He fell asleep untroubled and feeling positive, and Christina was actually able to focus on her book. She only had to read each paragraph once. The author’s voice and style were easy on the eyes and ears. Only when Isandro’s prodding texts went from “when are you coming?” to “can you please ride soon so I can go home?” did she put the book down and get up to get changed.

“Do you want me to go with you?” André yawned. He woke up when she tried to stealthily kiss him goodbye.

“No but I would like you to go shave your face.”

“I wiiiiiill. I’m going to shower and shave while you’re getting ready later.”

“Nuhuh then you’re gonna make it steamy and humid in the bathroom and it’ll ruin my hair.”

“Fine.”

“Go do it now so you can play with Luke when he gets up, which should be soon or he’ll never go to bed tonight. He said he wants to build with you, remember?” Christina poked at the player’s right bicep, in part because she was afraid he was going to go back to sleep but mostly because she just felt like it. What she didn’t really feel like doing was leaving. There was nothing inside averse to riding. There was just a lot inside in favor of staying within poking distance. If she wasn’t already in the love bubble because of everything that was said between them the night before, spending the day watching him do Dad Things would have shoved her into the bubble anyway. Even when he did things she hated, like hold Lukas right up to the museum glass and let him put his hands all over it, he was still the cutest dad and the most fun person with whom to co-parent.

“He wants to build a pyramid because he saw the Egyptian stuff at the museum.”

“So build a pyramid with him. If they could do it 3000 years ago without science, math, and machinery, I think you can manage one with some wood blocks.”

“I wasn’t suggesting that I couldn’t. How many horses are you riding?” André took possession of her poking finger- not to end the poking but just to hang onto it, kind of like Lukas did when he was bored and there was nothing else good to play with.

“Just two. I won’t be long.”

“Are you going to wear something pretty tonight, or beautiful, or sexy?”

“I dunno. Which would you prefer?” Christina lay back down again, on her tummy. Her plan to make sure he got up was not only not working but also sort of reversing on itself.

“Don’t be too sexy or I’ll think too much about coming home to enjoy the food. Wear a nice dress, and straighten your hair,” the player suggested, reaching to gently tug a few of her locks between his middle and pointer fingers. “And do the makeup like you did for Juan’s party. I liked that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You looked...so awake, and alive, and...beautiful, with the dark eyes,” he said quietly, his own set of blues still on the hair in his fingers. “Or you’re just happier being around him and his family. You’re...irresistibly beautiful when you’re happy, pretty girl.” I don’t want it to be that. He was a little sad from thinking about that night. He didn’t really look at her until she was all-over radiant, having slipped into her natural element at the table- charming people, and delighting in random conversation, and laughing, and smiling, and laughing and smiling entirely in her grayed eyes. Before that his only thought about her face was that she shouldn’t have had to bring supplies to do a whole makeover in the car for dinner. Dinner at Juan’s wasn’t supposed to warrant that much effort, or that much blending of eye shadows.  

“No, you were right the first time. I need pounds of makeup to look happy these days,” Christina quipped as she prepared to get up again.

“That is not what I was saying. Don’t be like this,” André urged, recognizing he’d really stepped in it. “You put on makeup to look extra pretty. I can’t say that it works? And that I like it?”

“You don’t get it. I was being sarcastic.” The rider shook her head once she got to her feet, but let him succeed in reaching out for her hand to stop her from leaving. He looks so confused. I’m not complaining that he thinks I look better with makeup than without. I’m complaining that he’s only attracted to me when I’m happy. I hate that. In sickness and in health. You’re supposed to feel the same about your spouse no matter what. Juanin is the same no matter whether I’m happy or miserable. Even Marco once told me I look gorgeous when I’m depressed. Granted, he was drunk and then kissed the side of my face in the weirdest way I’ve ever experienced.

“Then why are you mad at me?”

“I’m not. Can I go, please? If I don’t get moving then I don’t have enough time to put the makeup on so that I look happy for you.”

“Chris. Stop. Explain it to me if I don’t get it.” André was tired of being blamed for not understanding things she made no effort to help him understand- things she seemed to deliberately withhold the pertinent facts and background about. He tried to be calm though. “Isn’t it easier to talk to me than it is to get all upset?”

“Why do you only find me irresistible or whatever when I’m happy?”

“I feel something inside when you smile and it’s real, and when you smile just in your eyes,” he shrugged. How is this a problem, he wondered, still confused. “I didn’t say the word “only”. You added that. It’s not like I think you’re ugly when you’re down. I can’t appreciate when you feel good? Would you...like...rather I find you the most sexy when you look like you haven’t slept in a month and want to disappear from the world? I should hope for that so I get to see it? You don’t make any sense.”

“I just- When you’re unhappy a lot and the person you love most is constantly reminding you how much more he likes you when you’re happier, it’s like extra pressure to...get happy. I’m trying,” Christina relented. She appeared more sad to him than angry, which he considered a strange form of progress in the exchange. Being duly sad was better, he thought, than angry for no good reason.

“I’m sorry,” he told her. “I don’t mean it that way. I was just trying to tell you how beautiful you looked the other night.”

“Okay. Whatever. Let’s forget it. I need to go change.”

“Kiss.”

She bent down to get a little peck on the lips and then somewhat hurried to vacate the area before anything else could come up. The footballer rubbed his face and turned over onto his right side, curling up in the process. The prior conversation was a reminder that having a plan to make things better didn’t actually make things better, at least not yet. His girl was never as assured about the whole having a plan thing as he was. She was, by nature, more skeptical and less inclined to believe that which she couldn’t see or touch. Having a plan to fix things was a reassuring relief to him and just a small source of hope to her. Real things were more significant for her. Having a definitive answer on the moving agenda, for example, was a real thing. Knowing she didn’t have to live in the apartment was a real thing that relieved some stress. Knowing and actually believing that she didn’t have to fight any Juan urges, at least from an André-perspective, helped a little too. That meant she could stop worrying why she was willing to indulge herself in ways that hurt him, because it didn’t actually hurt him. That took away Juan’s ability to make her question it and suffer from the subsequent doubt about her relationships with them. She was about specifics and details that way, and she was apprehensive and cynical, so it hurt her less when a speed bump cropped up in the “having a plan” process. To her husband, a speed bump like the one he experienced after his nap was a discouragement instead of an anticipated event.

I guess the reason she doesn’t want to tell me everything is that she knows she reacts badly to hard truths and then assumes I will too. I was just trying to tell her how good she looked the other night, and to ask her if it was because she enjoyed being with Juan and his family. It would have been okay if she said yes, he thought while staring at the TV. Obviously I wish she could fit into my family as well as she fits into that one, and connect with my mom the way she does with Juan’s, but it would have been okay. I wouldn’t get angry with her, or make a fight out of it. She makes a thing out of hearing the truth, though. Obviously she thinks everyone else will too. I didn’t say she looks bad, otherwise. Just like I’m not saying now that she doesn’t like my parents or doesn’t get along with them. They have a good relationship too. It’s just different. This is going to get hard again when I leave next week. At least during camp I have a lot of down time and I can use it to talk to her a lot. But I hope they finish the damn house soon. If I harass Marco about it every day in Marbella, will he harass Zoe to harass the contractors?