but you need someone to tell that solitude is fine. This is a hard post to write mainly because No Names Please is a rule, and the Boomlennial is a total rule follower hahahahahaha. So I will just talk about my Manfriend(s) and my long weekend without him(s). I’m not new to the being alone game, but when I went to revisit it after a long spell of coupling it was just a bit rattling. I have such fascinating stories to tell and the fish that has lived five years floating on his back just isn’t a good companion. (A very good pet BTW. Just throw food at his head every couple days.). The dog cries when I yell at the Buckeyes and runs when I yell at the Browns. We will analyze my anger issues another time. Fortunately, sports gets the brunt of it so you are all pretty safe. For now. So my Manfriend(s) went to visit his family(s) out of town for Thanksgiving which is what that day is for. And to be thankful that it is only one day of massive eating and smiling and watching the parade which calls me and yes I still get excited when Santa make his appearance. Which probably does explain why I was watching alone. Weirdo. But my manfriend(s) is ok with that. Something to be grateful for. He is ok with the smart stuff, and the cray cray stuff, and the boring stuff of which there is none. Ever. All fascinating. Manfriend(s) is back and I guess all the cliches about being away are true but I would never use a cliche. How cliche. Manfriend(s) funs me, calms me, strokes me (eeeeewwwww) and lets me tell him(s) anything while biting his(s) tongue. And I think he would say the same about his Ladyfriend(s). We(s) do not take it for granted this late in the game to make this connection. Yahtzee!