Wednesday, November 04, 2009


My baby's birthday is Thursday (c'mon, y'all: "Awww").

I'm driving to his place today, after I attend my one "can't miss" class (First Aid, wherein if we miss a single lab, we don't get our certification). Three hundred miles. This trip was planned well in advance, for us--about two weeks ago.

This, my friends, is the definition of love: Willingness to face Houston traffic not once but twice in the course of slightly over 24 hours' time.

(For the record: yes, he's getting a birthday present. No, firearms are not involved. I will admit ammunition was my first thought.)


bothenook said...

that's ok, because ammo is still harder than hell to find. have fun!

Dave said...

Whatever it is, I'm sure he'll like it...