An incident in which I might have appeared to be a bitch, but only for the amount of time it took for me to be invited to a bar I could get into (remember, ID incident) and get drunk.
There has also been an incident wherein the kitten feels that although I've arrived home drunk and smelly and promising of The Male to get here soon, he's still all over me and not relenting.
GIVE UP. Your entire face will not fit up my right nostril. RELENT.
[Ok, so I might have stolen that from someone funnier than I. It's still funny.]
And the biting of the (albeit drunk and feeling only part of the everyday pain) face is not making me happy.
I want to talk to Bruce tomorrow. A big, forever-type talk about everything. Sometimes (and I know this is screwy) I wish we still lived 11,000 miles away. When the only way I could fall asleep was to listen to his voice (and vice-versa) things got said a lot more frequently. As the wedding gets closer, I want to make sure we're getting closer as well. It's just too damn easy to fall into the 'wake up, do your thing, fall asleep' thing when the 'thing' is just waiting to be fallen asleep next to.
I miss missing him. It sounds ungrateful, but it's true. I miss him missing me too, sometimes.