80 hours, and counting

I'm not sure if these last few hours should be easy, or difficult. Am picking Vegas up at the airport Friday night after six long weeks apart, and I'm freaking out a little bit.

If I love him this much now... what will it be like in a few years?

I've never wanted to "grow old" with anyone before - relationships always felt transitory and I was fine with that, I get bored too easily and never could settle - oh no, not moi! But with Vegas? He flipped my world on its head and gave it a good chiro cracking... I finally met my match.

The only way to survive the next few days is to keep busy after the sun sets, cuz that is when I tend to crash and reach for the wine bottle.

Not that I abuse it or anything, just a glass or two to take the edge off the loneliness and lingering insecurities that long evenings spent alone bring about (although am doing better now, with Vegas' patient ministrations).

I bathed melon-head last night and although my back is still screaming in agony (you try to scrub a 140 lbs dog in a small tub...) it is a real pleasure to see him so white and fluffy - he smells like the teddy-bear that he is again.

Tonight is the peanut's turn and she is a handful... she always leans towards the shower curtain cuz she doesn't like baths and her super-thick fur is a challenge to get wet and rinse clean. Then she dries and fur explodes everywhere for two days.

Awesome. Pass the wine.

I really need to get a life!