New Guy made it back to town this week, thank goodness. I was having major withdrawals. He, of course, was so busy enjoying being a full-time dad for a change that he hardly missed me at all. Oh, don't worry...he didn't come out and say so, he's far too polite for that; he pretended he missed me, but I know better. And it's cool.
He brought me back a belated Christmas present, so I know he was thinking of me at least occasionally. It's a Sony Dream Machine for my bedside.
I've become addicted to listening to the classical music radio station while I sleep, thanks to him. Now I can listen to it in beautiful, crystal clear sound. Seriously, that thing gets amazing reception, and the clarity is really something. He did good.
And so life goes on. I don't make New Year's resolutions, so my hope for 2008 is merely that it be a happy, healthy year for me and mine. And you and yours.
And Britney, bless her trailer trash heart. (Funny aside--every time she does anything "newsworthy," New Guy, who is also from Louisiana, just shakes his head and says, "She's from Kentwood," as if that explains it all. Heh.)