The boy and I are in a fight. He arrives tomorrow and all I can think is that I'm glad that I turned on the fireplace. My intent was for us to have romantic evenings curled up near it. Now I just want to cram his face into it.
On the plus side, I got a good recommendation at work, got a mani/pedi/wax, and am about to make cookies.
Why does drama always seem to happen near occasions? Nothing can ever be simple.
Which is why I intend to focus on the good things - a roaring fire, fantastic friends, spoiling my family tomorrow, and having some time off from life to enjoy myself.
Plus, really - PRESENTS! I do love presents.
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