And then the phone rang ....

1. I am super giddy happy (in a "can't-spell-to-save-my-life" kind of way).
2. I have internet service at the new house (or will soon)!
3. Talking to PB makes me feel like I could literally float on air. Gosh, I love that boy!
4. If the bugs in the freezer miraculously came back alive, I would disappear lickety-split.

I almost didn't write today .... because my attitude was seriously negative. I was to the point where I was becoming seriously content with the strangeness of this situation but was beyond angry at the lack of communication. In my mind the equation looked like this communication = love. Of course, PB (being of the male sort) didn't necessarily see the connection. Regardless, about an hour ago my phone did a little ringing and lo and frickin behold it was PB on the other end. I did a little happy dance and bolted out of my building to get in a little chitchat time without my boss eavesdropping. [Sidenote: I love my boss. She's fabulous and sweet as all get out, but there are some things that I just want to keep semi-private. Time with PB is one of them (even if it is just a phone call)] We talked out this communication lag. I now understand it better. I know that I'm still his number one girl (which is really the thing I struggle with). And life is going somewhat swimmingly. He kinda makes my heart do flippy floppies. And I'm not usually a sappy, romantic chick. I know you don't believe that, but it's true. PB is pretty much my kryptonite. And now that I've gone down the path of pure sap. Let me just wrap this up in a neat little package for you. Today = Acceptance and Anger + ChitChat with PB = Happy, Happy Babygirl doing a little jig! = Great start to a 3 day weekend!

Have a great labor day weekend, y'all!