home day.

Today I woke up with a headache. That's not normal for me. The only way I get a headache is if I drink the night before or wear my hair in a ponytail in bed. Well low and behold . . . I did both last night.

What a nerd.

So I stayed in bed, trying to muster the strength to roll out and pop an Ibuprofin. After getting snuggle-bombed by George for a good 20 minutes, I had finally resolved to get my butt out of bed, and just as I was starting to rustle around I heard my Skype boop-boop-boop-ing from the living room. I instantly perked up and ran to the living room, thinking it was my love from across the pond.

It wasn't him, but it was just as good: it was my MOM! Nothing brings me more joy than a computer illiterate (this isn't mean of me--she's the first to admit this) person hopping on Skype for a face-time convo. And thus started my great day.

A little while later I headed out to tackle the garden. I forget how soothing yard work is. It's like a little soul-time, just for me. There I was, sitting in the dirt, wiping sweat off my forehead while pulling beautiful peppers from the vine, watching the aircrafts cruising overhead (it was "Spouse Flight" day today--oh you better believe I'm excited for next year! BOOYAH!) which was a comforting reminder of the man I love; it was so peaceful. Every now and then George and Stella would come up to me to check on my progress, cat-chat about what they'd been up to, and rub on my legs to get a little love. It makes my heart feel full just thinking about it. (As I'm writing this, Stella is curled up on my legs snoozing like it's nobody's business. And it's great.)

As I was working my way through winterizing the garden, my background noise was my former-football-player roommate yelling at the AF/Boise State game. "Arrrrgggghhhh get in there!" (TWSS?--sorry, had to. I giggled to myself about that at the time.) and "What!? What are you doing!? Oh mah gawd . . . " and "Yeeeeaaaahhhhh!! Touchdown! (through the screen door to me) We scored! It's tied 7-7!" All I could think was I wonder what our neighbors are thinking right now and couldn't stop laughing. He cracks me up. In fact, even now, I'm sitting in my room and he's entertaining guests, telling them stories about George and Stella and explaining all of my things hanging in the living room. "She's into, like, spiritual kinds of things," he said. He's pretty dead-on with that.

Best of all? I snuck in a little Skype date with my future Mister. You better believe that's the best part of my day.

Now all I have to do to wrap up this day is figure out how to move off the bed without waking up Stella. I don't have the heart to move her. Not a bad day, if you ask me.