Freaking Friday *EDIT*

Whelp, I’ve been up since 5:00 A.M. this morning.  Why?  I got up early to see Brian off into the wild blue yonder.  That’s right, I shipped his butt back to Florida.

Umm hmm.

You heard me right.

I am single again.

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But only for the weekend. 

Did I scare you there?

Sure you were.  Bet you thought for a split second that I went off the deep end and threw Brian out for some insane reason.  Nope.  I love mah man.

HA!  Tomorrow is Brian’s 20th HS reunion.  He wasn’t going to go but I went ahead and bought his plane tickets and reunion ticket and sent him on his merry way.  He was so excited this morning it was nothing short of adorable.  His eyes were all twinkly and his voice was animated and I could tell he was so happy to be going to Florida.  Not only to see his old HS friends, who were a close knit bunch, but to spend time with his sister and best friend Mori.  I’ve been giving him my Mildred’s cash for the past month so he’s pretty well set.

I’m a neurotic mess though waiting to hear from him as soon as he lands.  I get really freaky when he’s flying alone.  I know it’s ridiculous but I get all paranoid and stressed thinking something is going to happen to him and he’s not going to come home.

I also have some odd insecurities surrounding this trip about him cheating on me or not coming back.

I know they are totally ridiculous and unfounded but I can’t help the way my twisted mind wants to continually screw with me.  I just keep telling myself to get a grip already.  Because truth be told Brian and I are in one of those happy/really close/loving stages of our relationship and I honestly couldn’t be happier with him.  We’re having some amazing sex and it’s more frequent and I know that’s part of the reason for our new closeness. 

The other parts is I think that weekend with his friends at the wedding showed him for once and for all how lucky he is (I already know how lucky I am) to have a wife who is willing to work really hard to keep him happy.  He saw through his friend’s eyes just how hard it is in today’s world to meet someone to share the rest of your life with.  So yay!

Other than that…I’m sad because I hate when he’s away.  I love knowing he’s going to have a great time and I love knowing I gave that to him.  While at the same time I get really lonely and freaky when I know he’s not coming home for a few nights. 

Weird, I know, I know, I am just weird.

 

EDIT #1

Proof positive I am such a facking mushball.

I’m driving home from Marshall’s right?  Because I got out of work early and decided to just "window shop" after I left the bank. 

" What did I buy?" you ask?

A really soft blue v-neck sweater I know Brian is going to looooove.  Some new underwear and something sexy.  You know, for when he comes home. 

Woot. 
Anyway, enough about that.

So I’m coming home on the beach and what do I spy on my right?  A 3-legged Husky with his family out in front of their home.  Can you believe I started crying?!?!  I was so happy that these unknown people had kept this unknown disabled dog that I started crying.  I even, for one brief moment, thought of pulling over and thanking these people. 

Hello?!?!

Weirdo alert.

I’m not even anywhere near due for my period so that’s not the excuse.