I have no desire to start over again.
Someone else might make me work.
My BFF comes back today. Thank the Lord. Two weeks gone is two weeks too long and no... I really don't care if you think I'm too needy or too dependent or too whatever. The only downside, however, is that now I have to restock the fridge. The kids and I have survived on few necessities: milk, cereal, toaster strudels, and gatorade.... that a whole lot of dollar menu fast food. Oh well. All good things must come to an end. I'm gonna straighten the house, make a pitcher of sweet tea, and head to the grocery store.
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That was this morning and I pretty much accomplished everything except for the pitcher of sweet tea. He'll survive, though... it's all good as long as there's Coca-Cola in the house. I'm also thinking that it's a good sign that after almost nineteen years of being with the same man, I still felt the need to change my outfit a total of five times, curl my hair no less than three times, and have been in full make-up since around two o'clock. Every time a truck goes by my drive-way, I jump up to see if it's him.
And he just called.
Twenty minutes out.
That gives me time for one more outfit change.
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