Slumber party, anyone?

I can’t decide why I like him more--because he’s a great friend or because he’s a great father. I have a penchant for both. Always have.

And right now I really need to have great friends and great fathers in my life to remind me that men are good for more than just procreation.

Per usual, we sent text messages back and forth all night in between my bed arriving, shopping for a comforter and watching a DVD with his brother.

I expected to see the golfer because he said he might call me after golf, but I never heard from him or saw him. I guess “might” was the operative word. But that’s so him. He’s very friend-oriented and may as well be married to his friend Adam. They close bars on Tuesdays, they hang out at Starbucks, they play softball on Sundays, they go to dance clubs on Thursdays...they’re together 80 percent of the week. But whatever. They’re 24. Now’s the time to be a young bachelor without anyone to answer to, without a sense of obligation, without hardcore responsibility.

It turned out to be a blessing in disguise really. I needed the time to just decorate my new bed, clean my house, read the paper and eat fruit half-naked. I got a lot done, but tonight I need to make more of a dent in the laundry and clean Cienna’s room. This weekend I’m cleaning out our closets.

Tonight Philly is coming over. I’m starting to hate calling him Philly. I’d really rather use his real nickname. But anyway. He’s changing my light bulbs--finally, after I’ve put this off for days--possibly watching a movie and possibly staying over.

But I’m guessing once he lays on the new bed that he won’t want to move.

And what kind of friend would I be to object!