Did I say 30 pounds of frozen meat in a backpack as carry-on luggage? I meant 50. And a quart jar of honey (not to be mistaken for a flamable substance of similar viscosity) tucked in under my shoes.
Praise and Glory Be for Tiny Roomate, who met me at the bus stop with the radio flyer in tow. She and Francypants apparently had a Very Nice Time™ featuring 'Giant Bed in German Town', 'Purposeless Relatives', and 'Mud'.
Holy shit, I was happy to see her. Happy to see our apartment. Happy to smoke and eat frozen pizza with her and gabber together like geese.
"This outfit has been deemed Great by the Great Council on Greatness!"
Cake called a few hours later:
"Sonya Walker, have you ever been happier to be home in your entire life? Neither have I! Get your ass over here, I'll pick up dinner."
See, cakester spent his holiday time in Montana with mom dad brother sis-in-law neice and nephew. He tried to explain to me how it was hard because his nephew has on days and off days, like all kids.
I gently reminded him that I had just spent THE LAST 5 DAYS with my FIVE NEPHEWS, intermittently sprinkled with 3 neices and a nephew, age range 3yr to 16 yr. You want mood swings? I'll show YOU mood swings. They're all amazingly well-behaved, but come on, man. There are FIVE-to-NINE OF THEM. Somethings bound to give about every half hour.
So the reunion of tattoos and kneesocks was a joyful and rigorous one. I came bearing gifts of moose ground, deer backstrap steaks, and thermal underwear.
Cake came with green salad not from a bag, crisp apples, and hugs that didn't get play-doh stuck in my hair.
--Please, don't get me wrong. I'll take every play-doh handed hug and popsicle faced kiss you offer me. But there's something so comforting in the first touch after being away. I just wanted to smell his neck and smoosh his face between my palms and bite 'im on the arm. --
So, overall, I'm glad to be home. The trip was not at all what I expected, but my dad made me laugh so hard, and my mom sqeezed me so much, it was worth it. But I'm ready to get my concrete and streetlight on.
Hey girl in love, (he says knowing that the denial is mere moments away)
What's up with the underlining?
Listen, you. Am not.
and Whoops! Somebody forgot to check her work. Thanks logan and patrickt, for the noticing.
Posted by: sonya at December 2, 2003 02:30 PMpoint proven. Game set match. Mr.t. Man it's fun always being so right. Must suck for you my fine idahoan friend!
Posted by: me at December 2, 2003 02:34 PM