Mildly Inappopriate.

Sometimes, I catch myself almost filtering myself. Like, today, I started to write "you're hot" on Skyler's Facebook wall, and then thought, "Wait, should I say that? Will his family/friends/random Facebook people be offended?"

Um, yep. I should say it.
He is hot. That's not my fault.
Blame good genes, not me.
Honesty is the best policy.
He. Is. Hot.

I'm finally getting to the point where my filter is what it is, and people can take me or leave me. Those of you who know me well know my filter has been pretty thin for years. But lately, I'm catching myself saying, "I'm 22, I can say what I think, and it's ok."

If I want to say my future husband is hot, that's alright. He is hot, and I am marrying him so it's probably a good thing I'm attracted to him, since eventually people will be expecting grandkids and stuff. (Dream on. It'll be awhile.)

Sometimes I think Skyler is so used to me that he doesn't even notice my rambling or my awkward/sometimes rude/semi-inappropriate/completely honest [outloud] thoughts. & that's just one more reason we're perfect for each other.
Seriously.

Last night we got to laughing about something, and then he called his dad/his dad called him (I forget which) and Sky said how I'm goofy and that means we're perfect for each other.
& I couldn't agree more.
We're perfect for each other.  We get each other.  & it's ok if he does or says weird things. It's ok if he forgets to rinse the dishes or if he tries to sneak kisses in public, even though I hate PDA.  It's ok if I'm annoying or weird or always make him drive and complain the whole time about how he drives. Because we're perfect for each other.  & we're happy.  & life is good.