Home Sweet Home

The Baby has a cold. So I'm sure, regardless of the amount of care I take, I will end up with her cold too. *sigh* The Punk asked me to pick up some cold medicine since I have one of those nifty Flex Medical Mastercards, and bring it over to her. I walked in and The Baby lit up the room despite the fact that she couldn't breath through that little bitty nose of hers. Poor baby.

I was soooo glad to get home last night and made a point to hug and kiss The Man a lot. We spent an hour or so in the kitchen talking before he had to aggravate me. Pinching the fat that connects my armpit to my chest. Then he would pinch himself. "What the hell are you DOING?" I asked him after about the 3rd time of him doing it. "Making sure we aren't dreaming!" So corny but soooo well received! I sure do appreciate his heart as well as his mind, and yes, the OTHER stuff too! *grinning*

I remember something my sister said a long time ago... "Imagine yourself sitting across from whomever 20 years from now, if you still are interested in what he has to say, then it's all good" Not word for word, but I still remember thinking about that. My little sister being so profound! I can't imagine sitting across from those-we-don't-speak-of ex, listening to him drone on about truck driving and drivel. Most of it would be the same thing I heard over and over and over again anyway, but with The Man, he's led such a full life, there's much to hear and learn. He's a country boy that is smarter than me, and I am WAY smarter than the average person! Think I will pinch my own self today!

Wow, how melancholy I am feeling for this cold, foggy morning. Sheesh. Think I'm going to start my period without the period! The crabby-cries as my sister puts it. You know what I'm saying. Your period is hours away and you either cry for no damned reason, or are on the verge of stabbing someone in the eye with your GOOD pen.

Again today, I will be very glad to go home and sit in my itty-bitty kitchen talking with that beefcake that I have been blessed to have fall into my life, talk on the phone with The Punk, and know that home IS all it's cracked up to be.