Oh, it was a lovely week. Lovely mountains, lovely friends, lovely food, lovely times. I was in desperate need of a vacation, and I got a GREAT one, folks. I have never been more in love with a state than I am with Colorado. (Photographic proof of loveliness to come soon, I promise)
My last night in Colorado was perhaps the most fun, since my husband and my friends took me out for majorly yummy fondue in downtown Denver. I have officially restarted my love affair with cheese, and I also had a chance to reconnect with friends I hadn't seen in a very long time and meet some amazingly witty and fun new ones. I don't think I've ever laughed so hard over a discussion that ponders why Sean Bean's name doesn't rhyme with itself, but should.
The only crap-ass thing about vacations is that they eventually end, and this one wasn't a lovely end, not like the week was lovely. In the space of 24 hours, I:
--had major indigestion from the cheese-lovin' (okay, getting used to that one as an everyday occurrence, but still)
--got up at the butt crack of dawn to go to the airport
--didn't get to give the Clark family a huge hug goodbye (still in bed, recovering from the cheese love themselves)
--had to leave my husband in the beautiful, cool mountains to go back to flat, hot Florida
--sat in an aisle seat getting one elbow whacked by a beverage cart, the other squished by a very obese woman, and my back kicked and jostled by a very rude businessman
--was temporarily locked out of my apartment upon returning home
--faced a seemingly impossible amount of packing to do before our closing on Friday
--cleaned up some major cat barf on my carpet
--discovered my toilet was broken, uh, too late
--felt lonelier and sadder than I had in years, thanks to pregnancy hormones
--called Jason about 23 times in 4 hours, sad and sobbing each time, begging him to come home instead of going to Atlanta for a conference
So, it was maybe not such a great ending to my vacation. Thankfully, today is much better, thanks to a dose of 1980's Molly Ringwald movie therapy, an amazing new flavor of Breyer's ice cream that rocked my world (vanilla ice cream with chocolate crackles - ohhhhh), and a good night's sleep with a snuggly cat and without a single alarm to interrupt it. The sun is shining, I'm not minding the heat so much, I still have a LOT of ice cream left, and I just feel much better, though it feels strange and lonely to separated from my better half after spending the entire glorious week together.
There's a lot on my plate this week, but it's mostly positive: birthday teppanyaki and ice cream with dear friends tonight, packing to move to our new house, another ultrasound tomorrow morning, a close friend's wedding, Mother's Day. Jason comes home late Wednesday night, too, from a conference that I hope will add more fuel to his growing ministry fire. And I do still have a couple days yet before I have to go back to work.
Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me...
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