This seemed plausible at the time, but for two people that haven't spent more than 5 nights apart in 17 years of knowing each other...well, now it seems like a hackneyed plan conceived by two testy monkeys, a blind dachshund and three argumentative cockatoos.
In short, whose idea was this?
Oh, yeah.
Today was just a slo-mo day, helping him pack and wondering how I'll get along without him. Not only is he my rock, he's my inspiration, my motivation and my reality-check-a-nation.
It's like I'm going through the stages of grieving but somehow stuck on the level where one is an angry, sad dip$hit who doesn't want to do anything but lay in a heap on the floor.
I was walking and he drove up to get me on his motorcycle, and I wanted to be with him way more than I wanted to finish that walk, and you know how much I like me some walking. So I climbed on the back of that bike.
Tomorrow may be worse, but the first thing we're doing is heading out for a walk together bright and early. That'll be nice.
Hug the ones you love,
Dani
Okay, is that really the huz or did you find a dreamboat to post to symbolize the huz. And you're moving to Montana? Wow! Definitely a destination on my bucket list; there should be some awesome walkabouts out there :) Hopefully the six months will fly by for you; If I know anything at all about you, I know you will be on a treasure hunt to find the silver lining in all this. May your hearts find a way to be glad as you start this new adventure!
ReplyDeleteHa! Yes, Vail, that is The Huz. Totally hot, I know, and super funny, sweet, manly and fun. My best bud.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the sweet words of encouragement, as ALWAYS. You have a seemingly endless bounty of goodness within, don't you?