Aghhhh! I am tired! I have to cater a party tomorrow. I am actually in very good shape. I have virtually everything done and I am very elated about that. What I am not elated about is: Sweetie has been out of town all day and won't get back until later this evening. It's Friday night!!!! Damn, I want to go get something to eat, (some one wanna wait on me for a change?) kick back and be in his arms. I love that strong, hard body holding me. I think I forgot to mention, Sweetie went to school on a B-Ball Scholarship. Thank God, he is short because we would look so stupid together. What, with my ALMOST 5' foot frame? He is much older now, but he still has the body of a 20+ year old. And, those arms feel sooooo good. Especially after such a hard day of work.
But, now what? I get to sit around and wait for him to make, what would normally be less than a 2 hour drive, but it's Friday. Therefore, the commute is going to be more around, hmmmmmmmm 4+ hours. Then, he will have to go home, take a shower, get dressed, and then take care of his mother. Even though, several of his family memebers are already there. So, in reality, 9:00 pm will actually end up being 10:00pm. Wow, I do sound like such a spoiled princess. I just want him here. Seriously, is that so bad?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment