Airports ain't nothin' but places to cry . . .

I am home.

Chicago is now a memory, unpacked like my suitcase. I was a bad person and did not make use of my gifts; i.e. pictures were few and far between. At any rate, seeing my best friend was a perfect excuse to take off work last Friday ;)

An engagement makes a friend all the more lovely. Being loved makes one lovely, I swear. My sweet BF was bubbly, excited, and emotional - the normal 'engaged' combination. I walked away almost wishing that I could be engaged and get married again, just because its one of the most awesome times of life. Okay, and stressful. Okay, and I would not give up being married ;) But man, bridal showers are the BOMB. Remember all the amazing gifts you received when you got married? I am starting to approach my towel and dishes life-limit now ;)

Well. I am home alone. My pup is keeping me company. Or maybe its the other way around. I just took a hot strawberries n' champagne bubble bath in my luscious, under-used tub, and now I am ready for a nice bedtime.

I miss my hubby :( He'll be home in 19 days, and I am praying that they will go fleetingly.

Without him, this list doesn't make any sense. I have no ground to stand on for my pet peeves. ;)
Which makes me look at them in a whole new way. The things that my hubby does that annoy me are little reminders to me of who I am and of how much I love him in general. Okay, so I don't exactly love the heap of clothing on the floor, or the fact that he leaves crumpled dishtowels disheveled on the rack, but, without those little things, I have nothing to pick up and life is so empty without them. I almost am tempted to go throw his clothes on the floor ;)

I won't ;)