This morning I woke up with this dog spooning me on my left and that cat sprawled between my legs. I'm house sitting while this couple is out of town.

Josh is a couple now. Actually, he's engaged. And last night while I was sprawled on his couch watching episodes of Sex and the City on my laptop, I looked around his and Drea's apartment. It was funny, seeing scenes of Season Three (episode six!) of single Carrie strutting the city of NYC on the screen of my laptop while all around me was a happy twosome sharing an adorable loft space with awesome paint colors, shelves of shared books framed photos, and two adorable pets that I swear to GOD look at you with eyes that seem like they will open their mouths and say something all "Look Who's Talking, Now"-esque.

And just when Carrie is about to type something wise and profound on her single girl laptop about why her and Big weren't working in season three, I realized Josh did "it".

Without going to in to Josh's personal past(because, um, he's not like me where he spills the beans on everything to you people) he wasn't much of a "I'm going to get married and have pets kind of guy." Actually, a year ago he was quite the opposite. Actually, a year ago I was him now and he was me now. Does that make sense? Are you picking up what I'm putting down?

Anyway, here we are in switched places. His cupboards filled with spices and pots and pans and things to cook with. Mine filled with take-out menus, some sweaters, and a few cook books I pretended I was going to use when I was in a relationship that never really got the past the whole page one thing. He's got a patio with two chairs that I imagine he and Drea drinking wine on. I don't have a patio. He's got a washer and dryer in unit. FOLKS! He has a washer and dryer in HIS UNIT! Well, I don't. He's got the girl. A great girl. Man, you need to meet this girl. This is a power couple. He did "it".

I bet you think you know where this is going. This the moment where Byron has an epiphany, right? You know, this is where Byron would say something along the lines of: And that's when I realized that..." and I would go in to this whole deep thing that would blow your mind and you would fall asleep tonight with deep insight and a changed perspective on life.

Well, it's Friday and I don't feel like it. Because, when I woke up this morning with a cute dog and cat snuggling in to me all I did realize was, DANG, Josh is lucky and Josh deserves it all and damn their bed is comfortable.

OK. So. I lied. I did have an epiphany. Just like the juxtaposition of Sex and the City single woo-is-me scenes playing within a perfectly happy twosome loft and my single self vacaying in a non-single house, sometimes we are in places in our lives where it feels like it doesn't make sense. It seems awkward and uncomfortable and weird and unplanned and humorous. But somehow... it just works, you just need to figure out how it works.

And that's the trick. Make the juxtapositions in your life make sense. That, and finding a place that has a washer and dryer in unit. A WASHER AND DRYER IN UNIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!