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.
