Easter & The War

Currently, I do not have a new picture that isn't of a baseball field or a tree. So sorry!

Mike and I had a nice Easter. He got back to Greenvile at 3AM Sunday, so he slept in. While sleeping, the Easter bunny came in the house (from the chimney, no less!) and left his big paw prints, hopped into our bathroom, hid eggs everywhere, and left Michael an Easter basket.

Funny story: I was (err.. I mean, the Easter bunny was...) buying the contents of his basket and the lady in the line in front of me (bunny) turned and said, "Aw, do you have a little boy?!" Why, yes, I do.

I made French toast for breakfast and we hung out for a while. Mike's way of hunting for eggs is sitting on the couch and pointing at where he thinks they are. I think there are about 12 undiscovered eggs around our apartment still. Then we set up the suction-cup basketball hoop I got him and played an intense game of indoor-obstacle-basketball. It's just not a fair game to me.

We were also lucky to get Easter packages from our parents. So sweet, we love getting mail! (hint hint) He took me out to lunch and then, unfortunately, I had to work the rest of the night, so he watched playoff basketball and played video games with some of his buddies. The people at work were generally nice to me though. One even said, "Wecome home!" which I took kind of funny... sort of home. Temporary-even though we like it a lot, we didn't choose it, and we don't get a say in how long we are here!

We learned yesterday that one of his teammates got called up to Salem. He found out last night and left today. It's kind of scary to think how soon that can happen, and I told Mike that. He shrugged- it doesn't matter to him, but I just think of everything involved in moving and how I like Greenville and, to me, it makes me nervous. What can ya do though?!

Mike and I are in this unspoken war with each other... I put the toilet paper going over the top of the roll (as it should be), and everytime I go back into the bathroom, he flips it so it goes under. Then I flip it back. But we never say anything to each other about it!

Living with him also reminds me of my father. Isn't it true how they say you end up with someone like your dad? Without looking, he will ask, "Hey Sloane, where do we have a cookie sheet?" Well, where would be a logical place for one? "Where is a spatula?" Our place is not that big that he would need to ask me to find something like this. It's funny because it's familiar. I can hear my mother, "It's amazing what you can find, when you just look!"

I have been cooking for him a fair bit- breakfast some mornings, dinner most nights. "Are you always going to be this sweet and good of a girlfriend, or is this just how it is for now, having just moved in together?" I just know it is the fastest way to his heart.

I have another girlfriend-host duty tonight. Mike will likely pitch, even though it looks a bit rainy out now. I can't wait to make small talk and all that, but it's good to have another person sort of in my shoes (except my shoes are here and her's aren't). And it gives me social practice, because we know I could use that!

SB-Out.

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