Roommate...Housemate...whichever!

So my roommate...or housmate...however you want to refer to her is here. Its been a week so far and I have not yet let go of the breath that I have been holding. I don't know yet if I like her. I know that sounds horrible, but from what I can tell I like her, but as we all know, a person's true colors can take some time to show. I keep a reasonably clean house. I like to wash my dishes after I've used them (either by hand or by putting them in the dishwasher). So far she's done well on that part. She seems to be quiet like me. Both of us have successfully avoided getting in each other's way because of the job times. She is usually gone by the time I finish getting ready in my room. And when I come home she's already done cooking and eating. Before she came I usually sat in the living room, but if she's in there, I go to my room where I also have a television and my internet. LOL. No proplem.

On a different note, Sandoval has taken an interest in her...sort of. He likes to go and sit a few feet away from her and...well...just sit. He watches her as though he is deciding whether he likes her too or not. Gizmo avoids her. He's afraid of the wind, though, so I'm not surprised.