My Honey

I'm sitting here alone in my office.  I'm done with my leftover spaghetti and Little Debbie Nutty Bars.  My lunch buddy has training across town and couldn't get away.  I don't mind eating alone, but I've gotten quite used to seeing him every afternoon and getting out of the office.  I got to see him all this weekend so I think I can make it through the week without joneseing.  Granted, I could have gotten out of the office today, but I brought my lunch and it seemed practical to stay here.  I've closed the doors so no one will know I'm in the building....except Scott.  He can see me from the window to the production floor.  I'm not worried though cuz he does his own thing and doesn't need me.     

After work on Friday, we met at Alex's football practice.  It was Beer-n-Burger night.  If the team wins the week before, one of the parents cooks out for the boys and the families.  I made myself the beer mom cuz they bring everything every week and I was starting to feel guility.  No, it wasn't really beer, just RC and diet Dr Pepper.  I skipped my burger this week and Chris and I went out for our ""official"" two month anniversary.  Pretty sweet.

Sadly truck started acting up after work.  Happily, My Honey took it on Saturday and had it fixed.  I felt bad about it, but he told me not to worry.  Me not worry?  Yeah, that's gonna happen.   I'm not the kind of girl who'll serve a man warm Kool-Aid to get a new refridgerator.  I did not tell him it was acting up to get him to fix it.  I'm glad it's fixed though.  But I feel guilty that he paid for it and that I probably won't have the money to pay him back for a while, assuming he ever tells me how much it was....and I know he's not going to want to be paid back, but I'll argue that when the time comes.  He's a hard-headed man who wants to take care of me.  I never wanted to be that girl, but more and more I'm coming to think it's not a bad deal.  I dunno.  I know the man's a keeper.  We'll have to work out the details as we go.