The first one arrived 30 minutes early. THAT IS SO MEAN.
In other sad news, my beach envy has now evolved into full out beach rage. Gene’s going to be in Atlanta the next two weeks (this coming week he’ll be home in Cheesecake City) but that weekend in the middle, he is free and we could maybe go somewhere for the weekend. But it’s a lot of driving and expense (hotels, food, dog kennels, etc).
Just to freaking CONFUSE the issue, he also said that we could go see Stevie Nicks and Don Henley Thursday in Atlanta. (I don’t know why ATL is the hotbed right now – it just is). Really, REALLY sadly, we can’t go. Thursday is check cutting day and I can’t miss that. Unless I quit my job. (MMmmm). Or tell my boss that Gene surprised me with tickets and can I PLEEEEASE have the days off? I think she’d let me, but she’d be really petty about it, too and that would make me just PO’d.
Supposedly, if you visualize the things you want, they will come to you. I’m going to go practice that. I will visualize (not necessarily in this order): Geeks leaving my house (all but 1 – Gene stays), laying (lying?) on the beach, quitting my job (mmmm), and going to ATL to see “Leather and Lace” performed just like Mother Nature intended. Supposedly, Henley licked Stevie’s hand onstage at an earlier show (yes, I said LICKED). Something tells me that it won’t be one of those things that’s in every show but the thought of it is just. too. funny.
Off to go visualize. If it mostly looks like a fat girl thinking dirty thoughts, that’s not my problem.