Sumo-Pants

I am learning new things in Tucson every moment. Names of cacti, how to navigate to the downtown Congress area, Guitar Hero. Yes, I was familiar with Guitar Hero in Boise, but now! Now, I have my own band, Abigail, and am fast becoming a Rock Goddess. I get a chill every time the virtual crowd cheers and my Guitar Lady (me if I were inside the XBOX 360) straps on her Guitar, the same one Jimmy Page played. My virtual self struts around the stage in purple, flashing the rocker hand sign. And my God, the thrill and concentration!


I am also learning a lot about Andrew. It's not unusual to look over from my morning coffee and onegoodmove.com to see him come into the room, gym shorts pulled all the way up sumo style, to give me a kiss. (you should see the view when he turns to leave the room)
We have taken to serenading one another, and the prize usually goes to whoever can make the song the most outlandish. Usually it ends up with one of us saying, "Wow, I'm even annoying myself."
I've learned that Andrew has never made cookies before, in fact never even baked anything in his life. No matter. I hardly ever bake cookies anyway. There isn't usually a whole lot of dough left to do so.
Dinner tastes so good when we make it to music while sipping on homemade margaritas.
Many buildings gleefully have every wall painted a different color.
Dancing makes me.
Kissing makes me.

Brace yourselves- cliche coming- I've learned that some of the scary chances you take can turn out to be the happiest times of your life.