Living together is much easier so far than everyone told me. Most of the folks I talked to made it sound like a combination of prison and being on a reality TV show. However, I will totally admit that you learn more about each other from cohabitating than you ever will without – no matter how much time you spent together before.
For example, Sgt Lucky has recently discovered that I use a lot of hair pins, and perhaps worse, that I misplace a lot of hair pins, only to have them turn up in a variety of odd places, such as behind the toilet and in-between the pages of books and once in a houseplant, but that was seriously a mystery and just a one-time thing (so far.)
“You are a pin monster,” he said the other day, picking up the fifth linty pin on the floor of our new apartment, which, by rights, should still be pin-free as we’ve only lived there a month.
“I know,” I apologized. “It’s kind of out of control. I’m not sure where they all come from.”
A few hours later, we were discussing something household-related (probably how the hell to hand the TV on a wall that seems to be totally without studs) when we heard a distinctive plinking sound and looked down to find yet another pin on the floor between my feet.
“Oh my God!” he said. “You just shit a pin. I saw it! I can’t believe this.”
“I didn’t want to tell you until we’d signed the lease.”
Come on. He doesn’t need to know everything right up front.