| Keeping in contact with Calvin is a hit-and-miss thing when he's on a business trip. By the time he's up, dressed, and off to catch his shuttle, I'm still asleep at home. So normally the first time we get a chance to talk is when he calls me at work, when he's on a break. This morning I get a call from him at 8:20. At 8:20:30 my boss' boss clamors for my attention and I have to cut Calvin short. He sounded disappointed. I know *I* was. I had to listen to boss' boss' spiel with a roaring sound in my ears and a heated face. I'm sure he could tell I was put out, but one just doesn't say "blow off until I get done with this phone conversation" to one's boss' boss. I'd better not have a call of nature before he calls again. Yesterday I got back from lunch at 12:00 and there was a message on my voicemail from Calvin. I had missed him by four minutes. So I was determined to stay at my desk until he called again. I figured I had an hour or so to wait, as he gets a break every hour. So I hung out. 1:00 came and went. 1:30 came and went. I had to *go*, and I was dying of thirst and wanted to refill my water bottle. Frustrated, I left my desk at 1:50 and went to the bathroom, *knowing* that as soon as I left my desk he would call. I did my thing as fast as I could, and as I was walking back to my desk I could hear my phone ringing. I rushed to pick it up, and sure enough it was Calvin. And my voicemail light was lit. He'd called pretty much the *second* I left my desk, figured I was in the bathroom, left a message, and called back. Dammit. So now I'm pretty thirsty but I don't want to drink anything cuz then I'll have to pee and as soon as I leave my desk to do so he'll call. Guaranteed. Great. As soon as I typed that I got "the urge". Now I have to sit on my leg and cross my thighs together. Man. Okay, I'm done being a big whiney baby all over the place. Yea verily thou shalt suffer mine lonely and pathetic state until Calvin returneth. Despite what it may seem, I'm actually doing okay while he's gone. Catching up on some reading and homework. Total control of the remote so I can watch such girly things as "Anna and the King" and "Lifetime - The Story of Brooke Shields". Going to bed somewhere between 9:00 and 10:00, and not having to wake up until 7:00. Reduced meal preparation (Sunday night was Mac-n-cheese, last night was tacos. Tonight I'll have to give Marie a real meal so she won't feel neglected). But I'd rather forgo the books, the remote, and the early bedtimes. I'd rather be cooking feasts. I miss that boy something fierce. Marie and I went to a bagel place for breakfast this morning, and a certain song came on the radio. I could picture Calvin doing a particular dance of his (does the term "African Anteater" ring anybody's bells out there? My everlasting respect if you spot the reference). I told Marie and we laughed about it. The kids miss Calvin, too. I think about him constantly, I'm reminded of him constantly. I'm always thinking of things to say to him, funny stories or comments the kids have made, and I have to wait for one of his calls or until I know he's back at the hotel. I'm so used to us living in each other's hip pockets that when he's away I just don't know what to do with myself. Okay, so maybe I wasn't done whining. But worry not, fearless readers! You won't have to endure this torture for the *entire* week. I shall moderate my whineyness and be back to my old snarky self tomorrow. Promise. Countdown to Calvin: Two sleeps down, three more to go. |
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Your Mission, should you choose to accept it...
The next time you go to a bar or a club (or some other place that serves shots, like your best friend's house), order an "Oatmeal Cookie". It is my current best favorite shot. And thanks to my friend AB for discovering them for me! Mmmm...
Results From Yesterday's Mission Thanks to Viv and Jared for their recommendations. Would you have refrained from replying if I told you I wasn't spending the money I saved on you guys? Momma needs a new pair of shoes. And jeans. And bras. And a coat. And a spa day. I grabbed the design idea for the box thingy from Anna.
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