the day after tomorrow i get to get the heck outta dodge for four whole days. time with the girls, cranberry fest, plenty of sleeping in and general sloth-like behavior.

and yet.

and yet . . .

(-get out your barf bags-)

i’m not thrilled about leaving david. it’s only four days, i know. we’ve been apart longer, i know. he’ll still be here when i get back, i know. and yet i still feel a tad pouty about it.

who knew i’d end up being one of these types of girls?

can someone hand me one o’ those bags?


phrysque said...


amo said...

ah, see what i mean, folks? who could leave that behind?