This weekend I spent a LOT of time with FSD, and FSS told me he loved me. I really have nothing at all negative to report.

FSD always wants to volunteer with me on Saturdays, because it's with the cats at the animal shelter. This weekend I said okay. She was actually really good with it. She helped clean and socialize, didn't complain at all--heck, she didn't even stop to eat, even though we were there for four hours and her dad packed her a lunch. She even got scratched by a cat (scared me because it scratched her face, near her eye), but didn't cry and just kept on going. I was really proud of her.

When we left we went to the grocery store to get a few things for dinner, and when we got home she wanted to help me make dinner. I was amazed. Even when we got home she wanted to hang out and help me. Wow.

Then that night FSS gave me a new nickname and said he loved me.

I don't know what happened this weekend, but there must have been roses in the air or something. I'm still a little thrown. My birthday is this week, so I guess I can count all this as a birthday present. It really was better than any item they could give me.

Sorry guys, please don't barf.