Hi again avid followers, newcomers, future exes and my future husband,
It's the Wednesday following the wedding weekend. I get to tell...well gossip to my bests about the surgical nurse with a twinkle in my eye and an extra bounce in my step.
Every day since leaving his house has I have gotten....a good morning before he goes to work, a text during his lunch, I let him know when I'm home, he calls to say what he's doing, we text til it's bedtime then we're on the phone for a half hour to a hour until I fall asleep. And the next day all over again. We talk about our family, friends, past relationships, hopes, dreams, and how much we can't wait to see each other again.
I'm spoiled..smitten...and miss him.
Who am I?
I once was all that was the perfect single girl. And now I'm stuck with my head in the clouds. That Wednesday I was at a bar eating wings and drinking beers when the surgical nurse called to see if I wanted to come up again. His best friends have a Halloween fest every year and he and they wanted me there.
Of course I went! Drove up on a rainy cold Saturday afternoon. The party was in a back yard...well...a back yard I've probably seen on...hmm blue collar comedy.
A broken down tractor...cow...goat..pigs...everyone wearing their hunting boots...yeah I was a bit city in their big country. And I loved every moment of it. They drank Keystone and chased the cow when it broke out of the yard. The bathroom...ohhh the bathroom. High quality to say the least...a extra large handicapped port-o-potty equipped with a light switch. I didn't even know they came with lights!
After the party I was muddy, cold and ready to sleep. The Surgical Nurse and I cuddled up for the night on his couch and watched the Phillies play off game til almost two in the morning.
The next day we were up early and hit up the... flea market... yeah a redneck flea market. woo hoooo! Then we went with his best friend and fiance to a pumpkin patch and apple orchard :) It was definitely a fun-filled two days with the always wonderful Surgical Nurse.
But... I know shouldn't count my chickens before they hatch...
yet I still did...
Xoxo
**ME**
It's the Wednesday following the wedding weekend. I get to tell...well gossip to my bests about the surgical nurse with a twinkle in my eye and an extra bounce in my step.
Every day since leaving his house has I have gotten....a good morning before he goes to work, a text during his lunch, I let him know when I'm home, he calls to say what he's doing, we text til it's bedtime then we're on the phone for a half hour to a hour until I fall asleep. And the next day all over again. We talk about our family, friends, past relationships, hopes, dreams, and how much we can't wait to see each other again.
I'm spoiled..smitten...and miss him.
Who am I?
I once was all that was the perfect single girl. And now I'm stuck with my head in the clouds. That Wednesday I was at a bar eating wings and drinking beers when the surgical nurse called to see if I wanted to come up again. His best friends have a Halloween fest every year and he and they wanted me there.
Of course I went! Drove up on a rainy cold Saturday afternoon. The party was in a back yard...well...a back yard I've probably seen on...hmm blue collar comedy.
A broken down tractor...cow...goat..pigs...everyone wearing their hunting boots...yeah I was a bit city in their big country. And I loved every moment of it. They drank Keystone and chased the cow when it broke out of the yard. The bathroom...ohhh the bathroom. High quality to say the least...a extra large handicapped port-o-potty equipped with a light switch. I didn't even know they came with lights!
After the party I was muddy, cold and ready to sleep. The Surgical Nurse and I cuddled up for the night on his couch and watched the Phillies play off game til almost two in the morning.
The next day we were up early and hit up the... flea market... yeah a redneck flea market. woo hoooo! Then we went with his best friend and fiance to a pumpkin patch and apple orchard :) It was definitely a fun-filled two days with the always wonderful Surgical Nurse.
But... I know shouldn't count my chickens before they hatch...
yet I still did...
Xoxo
**ME**
