Poopy left today. I was sad to see her go. What a ray of sunshine that gal is. Don't ask me where I've been for the last week and a half. I've been with HER! And the whole fam. It's been really, really nice.
So I was already kind of bummed about her leaving.
And then, luck of the draw, it was raining on the way home from work. Raining! Couple days ago, it was 15 degrees. The rain was hitting the cold snow, which caused thick snakes of fog to envelope the road, making it impossible to see. I felt like I was in one of those movies from 60s, manically driving a big heavy car, clutching the steering wheel with white knuckles, windshield wipers flinging from side to side, flinging water into the darkness. I was tense, couldn't see a thing, and the headlights from the oncoming traffic almost threw me off the road.
Well, I finally made it home alright. It was the first night in a while that it was just me and Col. Do you know what that little bugger did? He cooked me chili. An EatingWell chili with three kinds of beans! God knows how much that boy likes his meat, but he made me a vegetarian chili from scratch and even put tomatoes in it—just for me, because he knows I love them. Col hates tomatoes. The chili turned out so well. So delicious! I whipped up a quick cornbread. And we ate the fine meal in front of the T.V. watching Mad Men on DVD.
What a guy. What a night. Miss you already, Sisthowr.