I know the Olde Mann loves me. You know why? I got a little over-enthusiastic with the laundry yesterday, and I washed his wallet and cell phone. We realized it before the cycle was complete, but unfortunately...geniunely not mad. At all. He did say, at one point, "You know if this had happened to YOU ..." and I have to own it. I probably would have been put out, at least initially. And I still feel dumb
We all played and tickled and got tickled and ate spaghetti and meatballs and sweet potato pie and now everyone but the Olde Mann and me are asleep and all's right with the world. Time to go snuggle.
Yeah, I keep looking at myself in the mirror and seeing Beach Bunny Edwardina looking back at me. I really ought to get a pic at some point. Of course, I probably look like I did the last time any of you... to being under just the edge of the sheet, (more out of sheer stubbornosity than anything), with the fan on, and sweating my ass off, yuck. I say this round goes to him, but he'd better look sharp
I've been awake for about two hours. I woke up, started thinking about my grandmother, and despite a fine effort from Jimmy in the snuggling-and-comforting dept, could not get back to sleep. I visited...by it. Now he's an old soldier, there in the clinch. Recently, I've had a lot of extra appreciation for this, (amongst other things); it's really good to have such steadfast shoulder to cry on. Literally
Jimmy and I have spent hours quite some time today doodling around with Google Earth since we've both been awake for hours already. He showed me Iceland, where he lived around age seven, Adak Island in...have one more awaiting my pleasure. And we're supposed to go to some friend's house to eat, drink, see people I never see anymore watch the Superbowl. Sounds pretty good, doesn't it? *happy sigh
