Night with the in-laws, The BFF & Fella.
…Home from her current stint in New Orleans, The BFF has flown in for a few days of play before she kidnaps the fella, perhaps for all of time. Naturally, we plan on sucking so much joy out of the situation that only mummified carcasses remain at the end. This should be totally doable as we have managed to achieve it every other time she’s visited from whatever new “abroad” has been her current place of residence.
…It’s like taking a full breath again, whenever she’s around. A sudden realization I’ve been shallow with them all the other times, when she isn’t.
BFF’s are the sustenance of our lives. A necessary entity, who, from six miles to six hundred away, knows all your best and worst parts, and still loves you. Even with them. Possibly despite them. Prob’ly because of them.
…Mine falls into that category.
…And I’m so damn shit-eatin’-grin happy to have her back here for all those reasons and more, that I won’t even think about the inevitable leaving and the taking of The Fella with her.
…Instead I choose to focus on the fact that The BFF is back, she’s breathing the same air as me, sleeping under the same sky…and tomorrow: we have a ditch-work lunch date, around two-ish. On the waterfront. Like Broads of leisure.
…With many more shenanigans to follow.
Welcome home, you crazy freak of nature.
…I missed you, to grossness.
~D
