Maxx,
In preparation for the coming apocalypse, I went through my clothes, narrowed down my wardrobe, even ditched a couple old suits, I'm hoping my ties are safe. The bulk of the Ts are gone. I will miss them, but better I abandon them on my terms and anything that is serviceable attire, went to the Goodwill store. I'm sure some poor sap will want one of those old suits. The ragged bluejeans, I've still got a couple pair. I'm certain I will lose them when she arrives down the road. For now, we'll just focus on keeping her happy there, until she comes here and drastically alters my life.
I've also started talking to her about the dog's dietary needs. The explanation that Boston's are prone to dry skin and getting fat, so he cannot have the cheap food, because he will begin to shed, flake and bloat. And no one wants a bloated bulldog of any variety. They do get horrible gassy. She at current appears to understand. She thinks he is cute, but worries he will not like. Another irony of Bostons, they might be bullies, but the worst he would do is water your leg from the excitement of meeting you.