How low-key are we?

So low-key that as of yesterday BM and I have been dating for a whole month. And we didn't do anything to celebrate. Heck, aside from when he left for work, we didn't even see each other! Not that I mind, since I'm not really one of those girls who gets all "ooh, we have to mark our time territory".

I guess maybe the fact that we went tubing on the Guadalupe for about 5 and a half hours on Saturday kind of takes care of an anniversary event? We went out with 5 of BM's friends and 2 of mine, and it was great fun. There were two coolers that we spent the day emptying, and most of us came out with massive sunburn in random spots. They laughed at me because I applied my lotion until I was ghostly white and glistening, but I ended up pretty much unscathed at the end. Except for the top of my hands and feet, and the usual cleavage burns. BM ended up pretty red, and we made quite a spectacle with our ill-placed tan/burn lines. It makes contact very difficult when someone has a red stomach. I probably spent most of the day drunkly incoherent on account of my coming straight from work with no nap. Hopefully I didn't make too much of an ass of myself.

Then again, a whole slew of things has been going wrong lately. To start with, I hit an SUV from behind today after she slammed on her brakes to stop for a falling railroad-crossing barrier. Right next to Corley's work, actually. I mostly hit her hitch, which knocked my headlight in and rumpled the front of my hood. We exchanged info, but I really hope that the couple small scratches on her back end aren't enough to warrant insurance getting involved. Seriously. On my end, I managed to pop things in place and lessen the damage with a rubber mallet. But I think I'm getting to a point where my poor car is getting too old and damaged to keep.

Between this and the other myriad of little things that have gone wrong, I've decided to try and take out the chaos in my life as much as possible. (Mainly in the house area.) Part of the chaos is a constant worry of where my spare car key is, since it is broken and will not stay on a key ring, and the original key is somewhere in some box or something in my house (also broken). I'm waiting for things to set down in a normal pace, to have housemates to come home to, and to not have to fix/mend/find anything on a daily basis.

Baby steps? Who knows. These days, I just want a break.