Friday, March 09, 2012

A minor character in The Liz and Fluff Show

If I get sick of worrying about my doctor’s appointment.

And I’m tired of fretting over how I’ll cut my hair.

And stressing over seeing Alexander at hockey just isn’t doing it for me.

Then I have been focusing my nervous energy on my living situation.

Liz has a man friend.

And I’m going to be homeless.

Liz has started dating this guy who she went to high school with. Who happens to be best friends with her best friend’s husband.

Here’s the part where I tell you that they all call him by his brutal high school nickname that he cannot shake: Fluff. No joke.

The ball got rolling at her birthday party last month; Fluff has been over every day since.

Totally happy for her. Fluff is very much her type. He seems like a really nice guy. He’s obviously really into Liz. I have no problem with Fluff. I have no problem with Fluff being at the house. I have no problem with Fluff staying over, with Fluff eating the cookies I bake, with Fluff being at the house when we’re not there, with Fluff parking in my spot in the driveway. I honestly have zero problems with Fluff.

He’s good for Liz. Before Fluff, Liz’s life was nothing but work and watching reality television. Fluff came along and now she seems genuinely happy. I think it’s awesome.

We were talking about Fluff one night and she was telling me about how excited her best friend, Denise, is that they’re dating. Denise can’t stop talking about it, about how perfect it is, about how much fun they’ll have together, hanging out as couples. “Denise says we’ll be living together within three months! Her husband is betting that we’ll be married by October!”

And that was the precise moment when I started worrying.

Liz doesn’t take it slow. She decides on the guy and she jumps right in. She doesn’t date casually. Fluff will be around for a while.

I wonder how long I have until she’ll ask me to move out.

No hard feelings if she does. I’ll completely understand. But I really like our living situation. I’m in a great location for work. The house is great. We always have milk in the refrigerator. Our schedules are such that I see Liz just enough that we still like each other. And I enjoy not having a lease. I love the freedom of possibility that it affords me.

Not to mention – holy shit, you guys – I really do not want to deal with moving. Again.

Obviously, this relationship with Liz and Fluff is still new and, obviously, I’m thinking about this before I need to be thinking about this. But I can’t help it. I can't stop myself. This could legitimately happen. It could legitimately happen soon. No sense in pretending otherwise. I was a Girl Scout, damnit. I like to be prepared.

If Liz and Fluff get married, it best be a destination wedding. If I’m going to be kicked out of the house, I want a legitimate reason to go on vacation to cancel out of the inconvenience.

3 comments:

Accidentally Me said...

Worry about it when you need to worry about it, I guess...not a whole lot you can do now (other than to be open to awesome living arrangements that friends and/or ridiculously hot boys may mention).

Also, start calling him "fluffer" just to be different. And awesome:-)

Kari said...

Ditto AM's comment.
Also I think all weddings should be destination weddings...best idea ever. No bridesmaid crap, etc. Everyone has fun!

k said...

For the past 3 months I have been living in the present and not worrying about the future. It is definitely easier said than done, but once you figure out how to do it - it is incredible. I am happy, managing my (incredibly high levels of) stress, and not wasting my precious time worrying about things I have no control over.

Yeah - it will suck to move, but deal with it if and when it happens. Until then, enjoying living with you cuz and the fluff :)

 
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