I am exhausted. My eyes are burning (effing crying). My car is stranded in Edmonton alone and broken (the door won't latch, so it doesn't close or lock... oh joy. I hate airports, and airport goodbyes, and the way mcdonalds makes me feel...
On the upside - I like the car that I have to drive until Folky is fixed.
And I am not in a mood to blog so this will be short and not like my usual blogs...
We had a good weekend, had some friends over Saturday for a pot luck and visiting. It was a good time. That was about it... Jordan picked up his new car for the weekend, and broke my car door (intentionally I SWEAR so that he would be able to FORCE me to drive a Volvo and fall in love with it... damned guys... ;) I know he didn't do it on purpose, but I can pretend...)
On the way home I called my mom and told her about my car... her reply was along the lines of her laughing at me, telling me I found a keeper and to be careful because the car is worth more than my life... gotta love mothers.
My house is way too quiet - I am home alone and Salem won't come near me... he's pissed because Jordan is gone... I'm going to pop in a movie, and go to bed.
This is a lame post, I know - it was pretty much to let you all know that I am still alive, and that things are going ok...
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BUT you can count how many more airport goodbyes you will have until you're at the very last one! and THAT is definitely something to make you smile :D
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