Sweetie

I got this at work this morn:


"For some reason your email last night didn't seem to sit really well with me, don't know why, but something about it seemed, well, strange I guess. Dont know why.

So the only place I could figure to find any info about how things were going was the place I promised not to read... so in the vein of wanting to make sure everything was all right i read it this morning. Man you sound a bit, well, tumultuous...

Maybe a call one of these evenings?"


Mr UK is such a sweetie.

The phone rang not ten minutes after I got home.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, just a little down...probably this cold, or maybe the crash from having such a good time over there with you.."

The truth is, this week I have been feeling a little...unloved. Unwanted. Unattractive. Unhappy.

There is absolutely no reason for it. I should be kicked in the ass, hard, for feeling this way after Mr UK flew me to London for Valentines. And showed me such a good time while I was there. After so many friends and family have been calling or coming over, fussing over me with this cold. Like I said, no reason for it at all.

But there it is. Feelings aren't logical.


"Well, what are you doing St Patrick's day?"

"Umm...riding you like a clydesdale, I hope?"

"Let me check my bank balance..."


I wish.