Meta4's and 5's

The kitchen is a wonderful microcosm of my life when Burra leaves.

When she is here:

But when she is gone, the light in my life disappears:

A post about freaking out

 Like when your sanity is unsteadily teetering on the edge of a phone call that never comes. 
 
Like when you're sitting by yourself, and you suddenly and ridiculously forget all of the wonderful gifts you have in your life. 

Like when you drive back to your parents house, embarrassingly crying the whole way, and wallowing in your own self-pity.

Like when you see a raccoon eating another dead raccoon on the side of the road. No joke. 

Only to realize you just needed someone to talk to. Someone to carry the bags for a little bit, while you catch you breath, stretch your muscles, and take a drink of water. It always feels lighter when you put it back on.

EB, I am the luckiest girl in the world to have you as the peanut butter in my PB+J sandwich. See you tomorrow.

 

So Lonely

She leaves for one night, this is all I see.  He seems so down without his partner siddled up against him.

Just like me.

Two Hobbits in the Shire

Formal Invite

El Burro politely and in no way grossly

requests your beautiful presence

at his store, which he rocks

for the beer bash, keg standing, vomit enducing

 slash of the century

on February third

two thousand and twelve

at eight in the evening

It will be a celebration of love between

alcoholic beverages and the Burro

so please dress appropriately

in items of clothing that will hide vomit easily.

RSVP is suggested as there will be easily more than one person attending this bash.

Pouty face

EB and I recently took another mini-vacation on his days off (I, on the other hand, am on unemployment 'vacation').  We had an awesome time skiing and climbing - we even took it to the next level at a Chinese restaurant and some bunk beds. 

When we got back, I remember casually/jokingly telling EB that I was surprised that we still liked each other after all of that time together. I was perhaps imagining this reaction, but EB seemed taken aback - like, why would we NOT like each other. 


Let me explain. Generally speaking, I can tolerate most people for a few hours at a time. Some, for less. Others not at all. EB definitely supersedes all previous categories. 

So much, in fact, that when he goes to work, I mournfully do an inward pouty-face when the door slams shut. Sometimes not so inward... 


Truthfully, I have never wanted to hang out with someone so much. Whatever we're doing - pushing EB's car out of a snow coffin in neutral, EB skating circles around me at the skating rink or 'snuggling'... I don't think I'll ever get tired of that bad-boy charm.