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July 5th, 2018

I never got the hang...

...of one night stands.  Or long weekends.

Kent was supposed to be my one night stand, as many of you know.  That will be 16 years ago in October.  (I still remember the lecture my sister gave me that one night stands do NOT call you the next day.  Or write you poetry.  And wasn't I going to a Holly Near concert for the possibility of hooking up with another woman, NOT Mark's weirdo housemate?)

Ten years ago today, I got up at an unholy hour to make a 6:30 plane from NJ to NC.  It was supposed to be a long weekend with my boyfriend.  I was going to a pig pickin' with his coworkers and we were going to make up for five months of not seeing each other.  Due to incredibly complicated circumstances, I never ended up using that return ticket and ended up rebuilding my life with the contents of my suitcase. (Always pack more than one pair of shoes, y'all.  And more underwear than you think you'll need, especially if you don't plan on wearing much--if any--over the course of four days.  Trust Auntie Al on this one.  An extra crochet project doesn't hurt, either.  And a backup book.  THIS is why I overpack)

Nine years ago today, I came home from work early.  Kent was talking to his mother and got off the phone *really* quickly (which is almost impossible, especially in those days).  There were candles on the kitchen table and he'd made some TRULY atrocious minestrone (never make that from a mix, kids.  And don't fuck around with the seasonings if you do.  Just sayin').

He proposed to me over a candlelight lunch of soup in the heat of summer on the kitchen table we never used (it's now our permanent setup for Munchkin).  After I said yes, he called my grandparents to ask for their blessing, which meant almost more to me than the proposal.

Yeah, today is a pretty big day around here.  Granted, I have spent it mightily annoyed because I cannot get anyone at the payroll office to answer so I can find out how to get my botched up check replaced (uhhhh...kinda need that cash, y'all.  My last message was less than cordial, to say the least.  They REALLY don't want me to go to corporate) and am STILL packing up the kitchen (jaysus!  How much kitchen stuff and nonperishible food can two people own?  Let's put it this way:  in case of the zombie apocalypse, come to NC.)

But right now, I'm taking a moment to sit back and appreciate how far I/we have come.  <3

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