Saturday, September 24, 2005

Domestic bliss

A week alone in a hotel room sucks.

Sure, the first day or two it's great. Someone cleans up and you can eat and watch TV in bed. I don't get that at home.

I miss babycakes and the way she smells. I am so bad on the phone that I think it's best I don't even call.

When we're together we can easily talk about nothing. Or sometimes we don't. We read each other's minds. And laugh. And sleep. And eat.

And that other thing.

Can't wait to get home on Sunday.



6 comments:

Heather said...

I want a babycakes!!!

P.S....I'm gonna sniff your babycake next time I see her!

EEK! said...

I'm gonna sniff your babycake next time I see her!

Dirty!

Heather said...

I know...but it was SO fun to write!

Dr. Chingasa said...

...waiting for Big Todd's recreational lesbianism comment.

Anonymous said...

aw, I had no idea you felt that way when you were away. heather and eek! please don't sniff me.

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