The start of another week is upon us…and it’s looking like it will be a quiet one around my apartment. Work is pretty slow right now meaning less payroll which in turn means less hours for yours truly. Such is retail (sigh). So, I’m faced with boredom. There are a million things I could/should be doing right now, but I’m completely bored and lonely without Thom here and motivation is sparse.
I hung out with Terry and Tyler on Saturday night….went to see Arthur and the Invisibles. It was a totally cute movie and both the boys enjoyed it as much as I did. Sunday brought a ton of snow up in Montague and Tyler and I headed outside to find a sledding spot. We didn’t have any luck as the snow was too soft and neither of us felt like walking back into the dunes to reach our usual sledding spot. After that we went back inside to mugs of hot cocoa and a couple of rounds of Sorry Card Revenge and two rousing games of Air Hockey. Fun stuff. I find I need to nap a lot when I’m around Ty. Don’t know where the kid gets the energy.
So…I’m off to list some stuff on Half.com. Feeling the need to purge all the unnecessary stuff I have laying around 🙂
Love to all!
g
I’ve always liked rainy days. I like the sound of rain hitting the window, the splash of tires driving through puddles, and big, fat raindrops sliding off the end of my nose. I love curling up with a good book…a cup of tea, latte, or hot cocoa and listening to the world go on outside in the rain..covered by slickers and umbrellas. Rainy days are usually chilly…perfect weather for comfort foods: corn chowder…tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches, homemade mac & cheese. These kind of days inspire me to wear fuzzy socks…a sweater…or maybe just my pajamas all day long. Sometimes I skip the book and pop in a movie that I’ve seen a thousand times over…You’ve Got Mail, One Fine Day, Gone With the Wind and curl up on the couch and take a nappy. Rainy days are no-make-up-days, don’t-do-your-hair days, and paint-your-nails days. They’re great days for getting in touch with friends I haven’t talked to in awhile…or snuggling into the bestest place in the world…my bed…snuggled deep into the blankets….nestled against a mountain of pillows and having the fifth conversation of the day with Thom. I love rainy days. Even more so when they’re Mondays. The dreaded going-back-to-work day. The nothing-goes-right day. The day you lock you keys in the car…or get a reminder notice for a bill you forgot to pay…or forget to take back your already overdue library books day.
But…what I love best about Rainy days and Mondays is knowing that tomorrow will be sunny..and dry…and Tuesday…and the week will go on and the weather will get better…or (being Michigan, after all) it won’t…and that’s a great excuse to stay in bed and appreciate the gloomy weather that’ll make way for sunny days, eventually.
I came home to a cold, lonely apartment this afternoon. Thom left for home and after 3 weeks of constant togetherness, I am feeling sad and lonely…and missing him already.
He calls often from the road…and each time I hear his voice I can’t help but wish I was there at his side, rolling down the highway, holding his hand, heading for a new state, a new home, a new life. Instead I hold the phone in one hand and my Xeroxed copies of his mapped out route in the other.
It was an easy transition, living with someone. Took some getting used to. It was quick though. I loved coming home to lunch..taking naps together…having him here in the evenings when it was cold and dark. I loved kissing him goodbye in the mornings before work and whispering goodnight each night as I fell asleep with him next to me.
Hopefully his trip home is quick and safe…and hopefully he’ll return for me soon. I can’t wait.
g.
(btw…this isnt my butt)
That’s one really great thing about being one half of a couple. For mysterious reasons I keep running out of panties….and I hate doing laundry. So…I’ve been raiding Thom’s underwear drawer. After my initial shock of actually fitting into his manly Calvins (and trying to figure out exactly what that open-flap-thing is for) I became quite accustomed to wearing them. And he got turned on. Works for the both of us I guess.
So…I’ve been quite busy. Entertaining, and whatnot. And working a little too. Most of you know I’ve been single forever….literally, so living with someone is interesting to say the least. I love having someone to cuddle up next to…waking up with him…laying in his arms for hours…kissing forever and a day. I love having someone to hang out with…someone who likes the same things that I do. Someone who cooks and cleans up…who is so caring and considerate and who is just so genuinely nice. Feels good. Almost as good as his cotton underpants.
love to all!
g
