I am looking forward to this four day weekend with my husband. Have I said lately how much I love that man? I still can't believe my luck that I stumbled into a chat room one day and he was there, waiting for me. How did I get so lucky? How are our personalities so similar? How do we always find the exact same things funny and the exact same things stupid? How are we both so insanely afraid of offending people and we both bend over backwards to help people? How do I think of something I need to call him about at work and just then my phone rings and it's him, asking me about that very thing? How did I find someone so willing to deal with my plethora of issues, someone who doesn't bat an eye when he comes home from work and the house looks like we were robbed and there's no dinner on the table...again. Someone who listens to my complaints and does whatever it takes to make things better. Someone who promised me when we met that he would not only make me happy, but keep me happy--and has honored that promise every day since. I don't know what I did to ever deserve him.
Wow, that came out of nowhere. Anyway, I'm going to spend Thanksgiving weekend making my first pies ever, re-reading Midnight Sun (to get back to the real Edward), cleaning my house, and trying very hard not to gain back all the weight. And by "very hard" I mean I might not have that second piece of pie.