Yes, after a tough month, Eric is now home.  And not a moment too soon. Towards the end of our time apart, I started to lose it a bit.  Last Saturday I had a massive breakdown of sorts – both because he was gone, and because of other factors (that I will continue to blog about, I’m sure.  Expect whining about my weight and my looks. Whee).

But SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY!  After missing his original flight and having to wait through a few standbys…he came home.  So of course, I made a “WOO HOO! WELCOME HOME!” sign, and decided to get dressed up to greet him at the airport.

So I put on a black v-neck shirt (nothing outrageous), my denim mini skirt and my black platforms.  I leave the house thinking, DAMN, I look fierce.

I arrive at the airport and get some odd sideways glances, and I think, DAMN, I look like a hooker.

Oops.

But, Eric was happy to see me, and that’s all that really matters.

So it’s been a sweet reunion.  I keep looking at him, and sort of patting him on the head, just in awe that he’s actually here and he’s back.

And now I’ll be back to (semi) normal.