Well today is day two of my three day swing. It began with my wakeup call from John. A girl could get used to this! He was the last thing I heard when I went to bed and the first voice I heard in the morning. How could it be a bad day?
My Mario was in good spirits today. The day rolled on without a hitch and I got him to venture in the world of cable again...only nothing really good was on. So we watched Ladder 49 and he really didn't like it. He said it was too long. I guess he isnt watching the Lord of the Rings or Avatar. 3hr plus movies. His daughter and son-in-law came over in the afternoon to do the grocery shopping, clean out the litter box and basically Arlene busting his chops. Me and Mario see eye to eye on one very important fact. He is old and wants to be left alone. The man is 80+ years old. Let him sit in his recliner all day if that's what he wants! She brought over some ham n bean soup and he enjoyed that. He actually ate dinner before 5pm after he had a huge bowl of spaghetti for lunch. God bless him he has a healthy appetite. No man in my life, client or otherwise, ever lost a pound with me. I had my soup for dinner so both of us had soup. I brought all these veggies and I have to remember next week not to bring any because I have alot and dont need any here. Just my turkey and I don't even need fruit I have apples here and bread. How I ended up with so much groceries here I will never know. Just happened! As the night went on I had to endure old people trying desperatly to ball room dance and the polka show. Kill me now! The really really sad part is that I knew one of the polka songs. That is bad!
John texted me throughout the day whenever he had a break at work. Mostly we talked about bowling. I can't wait to see this. I am actually looking forward to it. The lanes open at 11am. So he has enough time to take a nap and I have enough time to get home and shower etc before he gets to the house. I don't want him to leave. And I knowright when we pick up Ariel he is gonna go. That sucks. It means I have 5 hours of his time. I guess it could be worse. It could be no time. So I will make the most of our time together. I told him my shoes smelled like the beach so now he is teasing me that I have stinky feet. Not cool. Next time I have to practice keeping random thoughts in my head. I just can't help it sometimes. There is no filter on my mouth. Whatever is in the brain spontaneously comes out before I can catch it ssometimes. Iyishia tells me I have to put it back. So she makes the hand motion of picking up the words and shoving them back in her mouth. it makes me laugh everytime. Sometimes I catch myself doing it.
So I put my Mario to bed and took a nice relaxing shower and talked to John for a bit and was almost about to go to sleep when I remembered I haven't blogged today. So here I am recording my day and thoughts of the day. I guess now I can sleep knowing my commitment is fulfilled tonight.
I spoke to Brian (my brother) and we haven't really spoken since the holidays. Just a random text here and there just to touch base. So I told him about the boy. He is happy for me. Him and Jenn are still in a state of limbo. I know its gonna be a showdown at dusk and she is gonna lose. She doesnt want to leave that means she will have to move back in with Daddy. She is sooo jealous of his exwife Demaris. He would never go back to her and if he even thought about it I would smack him HARD upside the head with a cast iron pan to knock some sense into his head! I don't understand her jealousy though. He is with Jenn. He is faithful. And she has it good in his house. Whatever she is young. I told Brian that was going to be an issue but her went there anyway.
John may text or call me when he is done doing his rounds of the plant. He said he would text first to see if I am awake. I like the thought of his voice being the last thing I hear at night and the first thing I hear in the morning. It makes me happy. he makes me happy. He is a keeper.
So good night my blogging peeps. Until the next episode tomorrow. Good night.
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