I’m a girl. Get over it.

Kenny’s moving in. 13 days and counting. He’s started moving in, but it didn’t really hit home until tonight when he started bring more stuff in. Tonight, he invaded my bathroom. Thirty minutes were spent going through all of my products, checking expiration dates. And, commenting on how many products I have. So what if I have 7 things of dental floss? And, I have 9 large bottles of bubble bath. At least I use both. I also use all of the random shampoo and the skin cleansers. I’m a girl. It’s what we do.

I allowed him half of a drawer in the bathroom. It’s the least I can do. More than half an hour on the bathroom. I felt like I might have a heart attack.

Until he mentioned the second bedroom. It’s going to be “his bedroom”, but I can use it sometimes. Freak out time. I really like my guest bedroom. I like that there are girly things (like my handpainted lamps, and my bulletin board of photos, and my cute calendar, and my vases of flowers….)

Gone are the days of Jaime living on her own. A boy is invading her space.

And, yes, I need an entire drawer for makeup. Back off.