Me: Hey, guess what today is?

Him: Thursday?

Me: Yeah!  But guess what else..?

Him: I dunno.

Me: It’s NIPPLE APPRECIATION DAY!!

Him: We should celebrate at Coldstone.

Me: Hmm.. ice cream on my nipples?  A no go, good buddy.

Him: Starbucks?

Me: Coffee so hot it has to be insulated from your hands?  I’m thinking not.

Him: Okay.  I’ll just have to freestyle.

And buddy, he did.  It was a great holiday.  I know that I say that Halloween and Christmas are my two favorite holidays, but I now have a third.  What I DON’T know is if it’s a date thing as in (9/29 every year) or, say, the last Thursday of September.  I will research and report back.

I’m in a GREAT mood today.  Miss Anne took me to breakfast at Cracker Barrel, where we laughed and gossiped and ate until we were happy.  Miss Anne and I, admittedly, did NOT get along when I first started here.  But, as I usually do, I won her over with my charm and flippant attitude.  We’re now pretty good friends, and breakfast this morning (although VERY early.. I got up at 5) was just what the doctor ordered.

Last night was so lovely.  OHMYGAH, it was perfect.  I was dead tired, as was Bryan, but I cooked a nice, hot meal (it’s been weeks since we’ve eaten a hot meal together), then we did something I’ve been ACHING to do for, literally, three weeks.  Y’all know that I rarely go three weeks.  I was longing for it.  And when it was over, and we were all moist and exhausted, we took the dogs off their leashes and crashed on the couch.

I’ve missed Bryan.  Last night was the first night in a long time that he actually left school at three-thirty.  I was at work till five, so I didn’t get home till almost six.. and even then, I was cooking.. but just
hearing him bustle around the house was so comforting.  We talked.  I mean, not falling asleep exhausted and barely-rehashing-the-important-events-of-the-day-without-drooling communicated, but talked.  And took the dogs for a walk.  And watched tv.  And it was wonderful.  And then it was Nipple Appreciation Day on top of everything else, so it was almost as good as Christmas.

Almost.  Falling asleep in front of the Christmas tree on Christmas Eve in his arms takes the cake.

I’m very mushy this morning.  Blame Cracker Barrel.

Or Nipple Appreciation Day.