i was checking my emails and there was an email from a friend that i have not seen in 17 - 18 years. i was really close to them and their younger son was really close to mine. we were living in syria at the time when we met. it was sad to leave and say good bye because i knew that the chance of us ever seeing them was really really really remote. they are from australia and after their stint in syria, they moved to hong kong and then back to oz. we moved from syria back to the states and that is where we've been since...albeit we went from syria to oklahoma to california and now in texas (not near as exotic as syria to hong kong and now in australia, is it?)
anyhoo, the email was to say that after spending the christmas and new year holiday up north, they were flying into dallas and driving down to austin, fredericksburg and san antonio!!!!!!
omg! omg! omg! must call husband scott...rats...he's tied up in meetings. who can i call! who? can't contain myself...aaaaaaaaaaagh!
so i call sister laura and we have a really nice talk. i am now on cloud nine...so very happy.
then, husband scott came home. i tell them the great news! he was excited...i guess. then, he proceeds to tell me my skirt is too short...really?!
i shouldn't wear short skirts at my age...
have you ever noticed how one little event can change the whole emotion of the day?
btw, it is not a short skirt...it goes to just above the knees. it was the way i was sitting that hiked it up AND i am at home, relaxing...in a place where i can wear my pj's for crying out loud.
he later apologized, but i am not accepting any apologies around here unless this is attached to it:
thank you very much