I'd rather just keep mine

I wish Laurie hadn't asked to replace my blanket. I wish I hadn't said okay. Maybe it just needs to be washed again in hot water or something. I can't even smell the smoke at all. For some reason it is really important to me that I like my blanket and even though I'm not that girly every single blanket I find that I like has flowers on it. Since that's like the only thing Josh said he cares about I feel like you can't just ignore it. So I keep looking and looking but just finding all these different flower patterns.

For a minute it seemed like there was a solution - a blanket with gray, blue, green and white, all geometric and squares and I could work with that for sure. But it was sold out. My sister even checked on eBay and Overstock and neither place had it. So I keep looking, gravitating towards stupid flowers, and cursing out Josh's anti-flower stance in my head. Maybe we can just sneak my blanket to the new apartment.

But that's stupid. I don't even like it that much. It doesn't have flowers. It's ripped and there are stains on it and it came to us in a black garbage bag. I don't know. It's just mine. I should work on trying to not care so much.

Sunday eats:
Breakfast - honeydew, veggie omelet, english muffin
Lunch: cup of tomato soup
Dinner: bbq chicken, hamburger, salad, corn, mashed potatoes, some kind of fancy torte thing, ice cream. Then I rolled myself into bed.

Since I've known Josh his parents have never minded him drinking at their parties. He said as long as it's not flaunted they don't care. Except the grandparents are here now, so when Josh asked his mother to pass him two beers she hesitated and looked at her parents. Josh's grandpa said, "Laurie, the kids are going off to college, they'll drink whenever they want. You might as well see them drink now, so you know they can do it responsibly." So I leaned over Josh, took a beer, held it out to Josh's grandpa and said, "Cheers!" Later Josh told me his grandpa said I'm a pistol and he likes me.