Roomies, beds and boats

I posted an ad on roommates.com in a half-ass attempt to find a roommate. I did get one email from a guy who seems to be a good fit with rent and location. I keep bringing it up to Boo, hoping he'll decide that me living with any guy but him is just not a good idea. He doesn't seem too thrilled about it, but won't offer up much else than thinking it's a bad idea. Still, I can't wait too much longer because the traffic on the drive home is KILLING me. Seriously. I can't handle it.

I'm housesitting (and dogsitting) for Boo next week while he is on a business trip in San Diego. Oh the things I can do when he's gone. I'm really tempted to go out and get him a new bedding set because I HATE the one he has. Dog hair sticks to it so easily that it bugs the piss out of me, his sheets need some serious help and nothing matches! I know I should probably save my money for something more practical, but come on, when is Boo really going to break down and buy himself new bedding without my influence? My only thought is that it may be toeing the line between being a sweet girlfriend and invading his "guy" space.

Boo bought a boat yesterday. He's picking it up today and driving it home through the waterways. That makes me nervous for several reasons. He's no Able Body seamen (far from it!) and his buddy will be tagging along with a cooler full of beer. Hopefully, when I leave work today, he's hasn't drowned himself and his boat!