|Just taking care of business...|
Yup, that's right, the Squeeg wins again.
I know what you're thinking...what's new, right?
I decided that I was easy enough on Heather the first time we played cards, plus I love laying the smack down on the Hamiltons, so naturally it was an easy win. Like playing against children really.
It was super great to have a games night as yesterday was the day Brad left. I think Pamela knew that it was just what I needed - to keep my mind off my tall, dark and handsome.
Pamela drove to the airport and was my shoulder to bawl on during the drive back. I cried and cried and cried and cried and cried.....okay, sorry Brad....I didn't. I had my moment and then I pulled myself together and snapped out of it.
I may or may not have had a burst of crying that involved barely breathing.
I realize that there could be worse situations, and that in the end, I'm actually a supremely lucky individual. I have Brad and the boys to go home to when this is all said and done, or to be more accurate, when I'm all sewed up and the crusty lungs are extinct.
Of course Pamela captured my heartbreak:
|The yuckiness has started|
|The sadness creeps in|
|I'm desperately trying to hold back...|
|...and the dam breaks|
So, let's turn to something uplifting, shall we?
Taylor, my beautiful niece and goddaughter, turned 2 on August 30th. Today was her party. As I am stuck in Toronto, I could not be there physically, but thanks to technology, Heather and I had our faces attend through a laptop screen.
|My little T burger|
|T with her cousin Abbey - they're obviously talking about how cool I am|
|T with mommy & daddy|
I miss my family...but I'm grateful to have a piece of that family right here with me. Thanks Heather (or should I say, Mildred - a name she made up for herself today when asked by an intoxicated park person, me I just blurted out Jessica...and then he wanted a fist bump) for putting your life on hold and coming to take care of me.