Reflections

I was sitting by the pool this afternoon, heavily squinting in the sunshine as I read (and finished) my book in between refreshing dips in the pool. Basking away there under the bright, tropical sun, slathered in SPF 50 sweatproof sunblock, I just couldn’t get away from one thought. I really, really miss Special K. I know it sounds cheesy, and I do apologize if any of you throw up in your mouths a little, but you’ll either have to stop reading or bear with me. It’s just that, even when we’re stressed out and I’m being pissy (because, let’s face it, it’s usually me being pissy), I always have more fun with him. I guess that’s what happens when you marry your best friend – you get to be with them all the time, and then when you don’t, it feels like there’s something missing, and then you realize that it’s them. It doesn’t kill you or mean that you cease to function or anything, but it’s just…not what it could be.

And then you wonder how on earth you got to be such a huge cheese ball.

And then you decide to just ride that wave, because you’ve already learned to embrace your inner (and outer) geek, so this should be pretty easy to swallow in comparison.