I’m dropping off the kids this morning at school and heading straight to the airport to pick up Mr. CPQ who has been out of town this entire week in Argentina. He was given strict instructions to leave Governor Sanford’s soul mate alone as well as orders to bring home a souvenier, preferably not of the swine flu variety.
Hello, CDC government analyst. It’s just a blog. Move along.
The return from this trip is especially welcome since it’s the fourth and final trip in a month that’s seen him gone more than home. To say it’s been a long July would be an understatement.
But I have a secret.
Something I’ve been dying to tell for a while now.
This secret is what has kept my spirits buoyed through these long days of single parenting.
You wanna’ know what it is?
I’m getting a girl’s weekend away as a little gift from the Mister.
This time next week, I’m going to wake up in a different state.
Having made a long trip.
In a plane.
To a different time zone.
To have a little reunion.
With some friends.
That up to this point have only lived in my computer.
Do you want to know who?
Could it be, maybe, I don’t know….Gretchen????!!?!?
And rumor has it that some other folks are going to be there too.
That many wordy people in one house?
We’ll never sleep.
It’ll be worth the last month.
Every single minute.
Have a nice day.