First, a cautionary note: This is an official Schmoopie Alert. Now, onward.
I am so happy my husband is home - he's been gone since Saturday, and I swear, it seems like these last three days have just... dragged. This fact seems a bit odd, since I've been really busy with new (potential) clients and had all kinds of other things to do. Like what?
- Late evening picnic with Christy and her family. Stilton with apricots, fresh mangos and strawberries, a bottle of wine and thou, my friends. I told them this story, they loved it.
- Making up funny walks, a la the Ministry of Silly Walks with the kids on the way home from the picnic.
- Rum and lime cocktails, watching a newbie go on The Swing
- Watched a Glorious stand-up on BBC America (that reference especially for Desiree, so that she knows that I don't take her dislike of Steinbeck personally :-)
- Worked for my old office - (read: IM'd my sister for an hour or two, chatted with my ex-boss, old co-workers and clients)
- Tried to keep the cats from sharpening their claws on my new coral/pink/orange dust ruffle (mostly successful).
- Tried to sleep alone - by "alone", I mean "with two semi-nocturnal cats" - this was mostly unsuccessful, so I am taaaared now.
- Sent slightly saucy picture messages to Mr. Mooshi (don't you just love technology?)
- Became "auntie" to a darling new "nephew" my sister, the Crazy Cat Lady got her new, biteable puppy. His "papered name" is Johnny Cash Sings the Blues - and he's called Cash for day-to-day times. What a cutie! His little mug currently adorns my cell phone screen - there will be pictures soon, I'm told.
- Got back on the meds for my thyroid....sigh.
- Avoiding Fiesta - this year, I just didn't get in the spirit.
Since my boyfriend at the time was out of town, I turned to one of my buddies and said, "Wanna go out?" Shortly thereafter, I was hanging out in what is now our rental studio with Scott and another friend and a nice, strong screwdriver. (Note: Yeah, I know- trust me, after the amount of work I did and stress that had coursed through my body, it was in order. To this day, I still come home from weddings and require a drink.) Later we strolled around downtown in the middle of Fiesta with a few thousand other people and a bottle of Patron silver (shhh! don't read that if you're related to me!) and had a lovely dinner at The Palace.
In retrospect: We had no idea that we'd be married to each other less than a year later, but a friend did comment to Scott (unbeknownst to me) "Dude, that girl is going to be your wife someday." Good one, Al... I'm so glad you were right, even though you were probably just joking. Welcome home, dear. We've missed you.