I want to fuss with my cigars

I am a woman who loves a project, but I love them the way I love chocolate cake, sometimes it's all I can think about but when it comes down to the eating, who ever finishes a cake? You have a slice, sometimes two and then you call for backup. In fact, what I enjoy the most is the daydreaming. The standing in the grocery store looking at all the frosting possibilities. Then sometimes I just eat the frosting with a spoon. Screw all the baking.

When Satu however, decides to make a cake, she researches cake and blogs about it a couple of times and spends a lot of time finding the perfect pan. This is a long way to go for an analogy that is actually about cigars and projects, but you get the point. She sees things through and she does them right.

This is a spreadsheet for cigars. Satu doesn't use excel, or she didn't until the humidor project. She's learning it so she can complete her plans. She is thorough and focused. Fucking pictures even! Just wow!
The humidor was a TV stand in the bedroom. I just never noticed it beyond knowing it was a thing that was in the bedroom that I understood to be a threat to my bare toes. Now, five years after my first invitation into Satu's bedroom (hallelujah! and amen!), I know it to be an antique humidor. Satu is restoring it to it's original purpose slowly and carefully. I think it's absolutely amazing that she knows how to do these kinds of things. She definitely is a friend to objects as much as she is to animals. It looks great so far and now that I know what it is I am super happy that I will get to live with it for real one day soon. Also, no matter how many times I crush my toes on it in the middle of the night, it will never beat the time I went ass over teakettle on the baby gate.
One of the things that has delighted me most is that while I was googling I want a thunder shirt for people one day  (don't judge me) google's helpful suggestion of queries past volunteered in purple text "I want to fuss with my cigars." I imagine Satu on my computer wondering how to look at the humidity level as much as she would like without messing up the process. In exasperation, I'm sure she typed in the phrase and then erased the exclamation point thinking it would throw off the search.
When I asked her about the results, she said that people seem to want to fuss with a lot of things, or they don't know what the fuss is about with this cigar or that one, but she is the only one who wants to fuss with her cigars. Well at least she is the only one that talked to Google about it. This is just one of those little things that happens all the time that makes me so happy that Satu and I found each other.
Dear Google, I want to fuss with my girlfriend!