Chris is coming home from his biz trip tonight. Flying in from Atlanta.
I know I have blogged in the past about how much I truly hate it when he flies. It makes me sick to my stomach – and seeing as how I’m still fighting this flu bug that big me in the ass – – HARD – – him flying just adds insult to injury. I always think the worst. I imagine all of the possibilities. Then after he lands . . we joke around about how neurotic I am.
Ok – he jokes around about it. I just laugh along with him because it is sort of ridiculous.
My dad is going down to the airport to pick him up tonight – which I hate. I like to be there when he comes home. But this damn flu won’t let go. It got ahold of me but good!
He lands at 9:30 tonight (an hour and a half from now)
Anyone got valium?