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That's What He Gets For Loving Me

So the other concert was pretty good too. I will have to admit that I am not really impressed by all the rebel flag waving and I don't share the political views of most of the crowd there. I did however enjoy the giant inflatable bull riding girls and there were a handful of songs I am really glad I got to see them all do. And let's face it, any occasion that I get to wear my red cowboy boots in public and not feel like I stick out like a sore thumb is a good one. After all, my red cowboy boots are pretty damned cute.

I missed my plane to Ohio today. The time came and went and I was a little sad, but only because it felt like such a waste of money. I thought of the couple of people that might actually be bummed over it and hoped they were not holding a grudge and then I went on with the day. We are all sick. I am sure the airline crew and fellow passengers would thank me if they all knew that me and my children are probably contagious with some hellavirus that causes much coughing and snotting and sore throat ickiness. Now wouldn't have probably been a good time for my children to visit cold weather climates anyway, so it all worked out for the best I suppose.

What doesn't blow though, getting to stay here and torture my husband with all my wifely charms. That is a relief, not having to leave my best friend for six weeks. Now if he could just stop thinking about houses for five minutes and just enjoy the fact that we are all here we would be fine. We have wasted some perfectly good weekends obsessing over house hunting when we should be enjoying the little things like all day in bed and Sunday drives to Nowhere. I don't need a big fancy house right this minute, someday I might. Who is going to clean all that anyway? All I really need right now, I have.

Posted by gwendolyn on October 26, 2004 at 12:28 AM