Fluff
No, not fluffer. Just fluff.
I got to realizing I haven’t written much of anything here this month, which got me realizing I just haven’t had anything real important to talk about - and still don’t, really - which, of course, has me writing a post full of fluff and drivel just to write something.
Why I feel obligated to write something is beyond me.
Anyhow…
Life here is the same old, same old.
Taylor and I are celebrating our six year anniversary this weekend - which amazingly coincides with our monthly play party. How cool, eh? We’ve known each other ten years but this weekend makes six years we’ve been living together.
Lots of ups and downs in those years but I sure wouldn’t trade it for anything else.
I wonder, sometimes, about those relationships where everything seems to be smooth all the time. My conclusion is that, for the most part, folks are lyin’. 
Lying to us, lying to themselves, lying to feel better about… whatever. Learning each other, living with each other, loving each other… none of that comes without some bumps along the way.
And I’ve decided I rather like my bumps.
They build character, yanno? They make us who we are, create the facets that create unique individuals. The bumps are what make us shine as couples, yanno?
The eye glazes over a smooth surface but lingers on the details of ridges and facets and… bumps.
I’m babbling, aren’t I?
Oh well.
I told ya I had nothing to say!
Maybe I should have hopped on the March question bandwagon.
Is it too late?
Ten days left. Got a question? Ask away. Maybe you’ll inspire something deeper than what I’m managing here to dislodge from my brain and find it’s way into the blog.
Maybe I shouldn’t worry.
Nothing to say could just possibly mean that life is good. Basic smooth sailing and I should enjoy it while it lasts. That my mind is glazing over the smoothness and resting up for the bumps.
