The Leprechauns Came Late

I'm feeling quite inspired today. My morning started with the spotting of a double-rainbow. I even got a picture of it. It must be my lucky day. The leprechauns are three days late, but I'll certainly take a pot of gold from the end of both those rainbows.

I'm not a member of the exclusive club

People are starting to raise their eyebrows over my long courtship with Cliff. I've been asked a few times over the last couple months if there are plans for marriage in our future. Luckily, everyone seems to accept my answer of "Probably not." But I'm beginning to feel like marriage is some sort of exclusive club, and those that are in it don't understand why I'm not trying to join. I won't go into the big long reason of why I don't need to be married. I'll just say that I'm quite content with how things are.

I could classify Cliff as my boyfriend (for the normal folk), or as my soul mate (for the romantic/cheesy people), or as my partner (for the politically correct crowd). But I prefer to say that I'm sharing my life with my best friend. We share a love of zombie movies, an affinity for mayonnaise, a taste for microbrewed beer, and an appreciation for all things furry (and sometimes scaley or fine-feathered). Our biggest fight has been over whether or not recording music off the radio is copyright infringement, so needless to say, we don't argue often. We have similar tastes in TV shows and movies, and laughter is so easy between us.

So, I may not be a member of the exclusive marriage club, but I'm happy being the president of the Cliff Garrett fan club. Only with my best friend would I be ok taking a picture like this!