D-Day

Barring, well, anything, GPOM should be here no later than Friday evening.  I'm spending today taking donations to the Humane Society (GPOM needs room), going to the post office (demand letters gotta mail), going to the courthouse (please let there be progress on my cases!  My clients are getting nervous), visiting Cita (only nine days left until the baby, assuming he doesn't have earlier plans), and going to Target (I can't afford to eat Steak-Out every night, no matter how much I love it).

I've been so nervous about GPOM's arrival, because my grand tradition is to overthink everything and plan for the worst.  Those must be the traits I have that made him fall in love with me in the first place.  I mean, who isn't attracted to rampant insecurity?

Now I'm feeling better, and stronger, and honestly, I'm going to be so grateful that he's here safely and that I can finally relax and let him carry some of the weight.  I'm a strong woman but I need to collapse the reins sometimes too.  And since he's offered to take care of me, forever, I'd be a damn fool not to take him up on it.

Safe travels, my love.  See you soon.