This morning began like all others, waking up to the repetitive sound of the persistent alarm clock buzzing in my ears. As always, I roll out of bed, stretch my arms, yawn yawn and casually make my way to the el bano rubbing my blurry befuddled eyes. But, this time in mid-route I noticed that my blackberry was blinking red “check me, check me.” In a half asleep stance, I ran through the words like a computer elit’, reading a few times over …. wait… did I get that right? …. wait. What? “Uhhhh yeah!!!!”
~ The sunshine has come! She said: ”I’ll be back east for business, meet me in nyc.” ….. OH KIMMY! How I love you so!!! You’re time is impecable! Perfect! We have soooo much to catch up on!!! ~
A quick visit home! Gee, How do our lives seem to cross over and over again in this intergalactic planetary mess of adulthood? From the roaring twenties, to the teetering twenties, to the cross me thirty mark approaching… we’re like that movie about the ya ya’s… or pants hood … or something like that? States away, we’ve managed to grow together, grabbing any moment … like this.
Now, plans must proceed…
Anyhoooo - Ironically, last night I was talking with M about the future and our lives together… as a married couple, as parents, as home owners. I just don’t want anything to change, I want us both to respect each others time and wishes. l want him to still do guy things when he wants to go do guy things and I’ll continue to have my girl time when the Trippin’ Jimmies are jiggling. It is a part of staying sane. As a matter of fact… another spontaneous opportunity for some very much needed “girl time” has just beckoned me. I shall not waste another moment! I must tell M my plans!
Like he said …. “Only brats drink chocolate milk in the morning.” he smiles and pats me on the ass.
I reply ”Its soy milk.”
Girl time is the best!