currently stuck with one blue eye and one red eye. i'm not sure if it was weed remnants on my fingers or shampoo but it burns and looks amazing...
now i remember why i pay someone to cut the grass and put chemicals on it and trim bushes.....i'm certain i wouldn't mind so much if the yard was smaller.....i.e. not on a big ass corner.
i've had my face glued to the tournament since thursday night or my nose stuck in a book. some people are just nerds...i own it.
woke up this morning with waffles on the brain (this is a common occurrence). texted my dad to see if he was kidding about making waffles. he said he wasn't kidding and to come on...i have wondered all day if he made them because i asked or because he was already making them. regardless, there was the perfect amount of batter. coincidence? i dont buy it.
laundry going. iPad charging. jake sleeping. fans spinning. lungs tightening. girlfriend flying.
right before i started cutting the grass, i checked SoCal's flights....both the one from FL to ATL and the one from ATL to CA. i'm not amazing at math (and totally rely on SoCal for all number related questions) so it took a second to register. almost 90 full minutes in Atlanta. wheels start turning (slowly because it's the weekend!) i hustle and get the big side and the front...and decide i dont have time to do the little side yard. quickly shove the mower in the garage and make a run for the shower. i'm in the midst of drying my hair when my phone dings. something to the effect of if my flight is delayed your ass better be there. at which point i blow my own cover....ill be there anyway. clearly i forgot that my girlfriend is paranoid flyer...kind of like myself and the idea of her going back through security to make her flight home means EVERYTHING must go off without a single hitch. what i also failed to remember is that in the last few months several of her flights have had little delays.
as badly as i want to see her, if only for 5 short minutes, i didn't make the drive. good thing because after she turned her phone off, 10 minutes later she turned it back on. they had a 27 minute delay before take off which shortens the layover considerably.
distance is hard...but i wouldn't trade what we have for anything in the world. when three weeks sounds like forever and feels like an eternity she reminds me that it's not two years. it's the little things she says that knock the air out of my chest. i'm grateful for every text, call, email, skype, flight, weekend, and mini vacation (soon). i appreciate her and every second we connect, both in person and on opposite sides of this country. soul shaker. it's perfect.
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