I really don't know where to start, teh boy was here for 12 days. By far the longest visit ever. He makes a good care giver. But we had issues, or rather, he had issues with my treatment of him. I had no clue we even had issues, as is typical of my guy-brain self. We had the same conversation four times in one evening and I wanted to blow my brains out b/c there was only so much harping on one topic I can take. We resolved it, gods alone know how, and we're still together. I remain as Hopelessly Clueless as ever. I really should write a book about all this crazy talk.

The cousin refuses to see us still. Even though she's spoken to me and to teh boy seperately and knows he's Good People...whatever. I'm not stressed about it any. He's mah boy-o.