Two Lefts and A Few Rights

I had dinner with Lanie tonight. We have fun together. Actually, I don't think God has given me anyone that I consider it a chore to hang out with. Anyways, Lanie is moving across the pond because that's where God is telling her to go. Yay, obedience! So we go to that chicken place where I was hired. We are just sitting there talking about life in general. She knew my roomie so she was asking how she was and I told her she was engaged now. We smiled at that, and I told her the story of how he proposed and we continued smiling.

She was asking about the new fiance, Joe. Well, I said, he's a good man. Really. Some of my favorite times would be when I would walk in the door and they were in the kitchen. She'd be making her lunch for the next day, he'd be munching on something at the table, I'd sit down and we'd all chat for a bit. It was nice. I didn't have to run out of the room just because they were a pair. They have that kind of relationship. Yes, they are an item, but they are friends too. I just think that is so nice! Now they'll be a husband and wife with that kind of a relationship.

Lanie doesn't know Joe, so I'm trying to describe him. And the only way I can do that is to tell Lanie of my experiences with him. That whole hearing the deadbolt lock that makes me feel safe thing. Or just the fact that when you're talking to him, you can tell he's actually listening, not thinking about the next thing that is going to come out of his mouth. Or just waiting for you to stop talking so you'll leave him alone. He'll actually stop and ask me how I am if I'm in the living room or whatnot! As I was telling Lanie this we both just got this dreamy smile on our faces. I don't know, there's just something about a good man who loves Jesus and treats people nice. Then I told her that he designed the ring for Nicole himself, went to H-town to pick it up, wanted to keep everything pertaining to the proposal as a surprise for her, etc. More sighs and smiles from the both of us.

As we are eating our chicken and talking/giggling, my left hand is tingling. After dinner we went to Target to bum around there for a bit, and I'm whining about how my hand is hurting. Well, it turns out that I'm apparently allergic to mosquito bites. I'd been watering the flowers in our courtyard before meeting Lanie for dinner and two little bloodsuckers wanted to see what I tasted like and bit me on my left hand. Said bites are now both about the size of quarters and itch like the dickens. I'm refusing to scratch them because I think my hand might fall off if I do...