What A Friend I Have In Bobby!

Thank you all again for your support!!

Reading the 'you go girl' comments helped to keep me from running away from home ;)

I have to tell you, I was going, no matter what. It was going to happen and yeah, there were some tummy rumbles so Pepto Bismol was called up on deck. Then the anxiety started to blossom and even trying to breathe it out was causing me more stress so I took one of the anxiety pills.

This was at about 2am and I do think the pill was starting to take affect.

Well, Bob had mentioned a few times that he wanted to go with us to see my Dad off. Now, I knew that even though that was partially true, he really wanted to be there for me. I told him not to worry about me, that I was going to be fine. Even still I did go up at 2am and told him the time. He mumbled that he was getting up. I kissed him on his temple and said that that wasn't necessary and that I would see him later.

I was downstairs for about 20 minutes when I heard Bob yelling my name. I got to the top of the stairs and asked if he was okay. He said, 'okay, you haven't left yet, I'm up'. I went in and told him in my firm wifey voice to get his ass back into bed. He didn't.

Can I tell you how much I love this man?

He gets up and dressed and we wait for my parents to arrive. They show up and my dad says to Bob you didn't have to come! and then of course, my mom is all, well, I didn't want Bob to have to come and lose sleep. I told them that I had told him that but that he insisted on coming. I'm pretty sure my parents think I asked him to come with me. They rarely if ever see me without Bob. It just doesn't happen. Bob is my safe person for a reason. Even so, I don't care what they thought of it and I do think my Dad was happy that Bob would get up to see him off to the airport.

He is such a blessing to me. I would never have asked this of him. I was more than prepared to do this and damn the consequences. I would have made it. After all, it wasn't like I was going to get on an 18 hour flight!

So, I'm back and grateful to all of you guys for putting up with my pansy ass ways. I promise to be a bastion of strength, like that mighty oak tree.

Okay, I'm going to need some hand holding over the three days of Christmas but I think we all think of our friends and what they are doing when we aren't with them.

I can tell you that I think of everyone who comes here and comments. Like when is Kyahgirl going to get a blog? How come I'm just finding Rosie's blog now (I love your template!) !? What took me so long!! Like many of you I use your names in my conversations with others and am sometimes surprised when someone asks who Mailyn or Kristie is. (Okay, now everyone knows about Kristie because they know that we met!) Bob knows all of you but don't worry he doesn't read my blog let alone yours but he knows the funny stories and some of the sad ones.

So thank you again, for thinking of me while I went through these last few weeks. I'm feeling super strong now, like I could climb a mountain or something. Let's hope the feeling lasts!

I have my Anne Stuart book on deck but I'm thinking Bob is going to get a little extra attention this weekend because I'm up during the mornings at the very least. I also have the shopping bug. I only get it about 4 times a year and it's messing with me big time!! So shopping may actually out weigh reading for the weekend.

I KNOW!!

Oh and I have to close my friggin' pool.

That's right, who's the Queen of Procrastination?

I AM!!

Bow before me!!!