Tuesday, July 12, 2011
After getting back home and unlocking the backdoor as quietly as possible as to not alarm The Natives I placed my purse down on the dining room table. It was too late. The beagles were wide awake and eager to greet me as if they could understand everything begging me to dish about my date with $28 Worth and be forthcoming with juicy deets. Their warm, sloppy kisses melted my heart and killed my nostrils. Apparently, their breath is way worse to me in the middle of the night - could peel wallpaper off the wall.
I slipped into my PJs and began to go through the nightly ritual of trying to save any amount of youthfulness I can; which is a losing battle in my case. Before filling up the Tervis with chilled water and popping a couple of Advil miracle pills that routinely deter foreboding morning-after-drinking-binge headaches, I heard my phone buzz.
Hey, just got home. Had a perfect night. Did you make it home ok? Would love to hang out again, pronto.
Home safe. Had an awesome time. Thanks for the great laughs and stories.
And so it was.