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crena's kids, and they just had a sofa delivered from Ikea, so they had an enormous cardboard box. Of course, this meant that we needed to make a clubhouse!
The girls did all of the decorating (although I added some orange polka dots to the inside), and I was assigned the task of cutting all of the windows and doors, and doing other goofy things like hanging "curtains" and taping the whole thing together. Those girls are so adorable and clever! I convinced them to make the house their "secret clubhouse," and they started drawing all kinds of security devices into their creation! They made a keypad where you have to enter the secret code, and they made a "watcher" that would make sure only the right people came in (I guess like a security camera?), and they said that a siren would sound if you entered the wrong code. SO CUTE!
I got a chance to eat dinner with the family, and after the girls went to bed, I had a couple of hours to chat and catch up withcrena, which was really nice. I really like her and have the privilege of feeling very close to her, so it's always good to enjoy her company. Besides, I think she felt bad for me for being Girl-less!
Speaking of which, I miss her. It's not even that we spend every evening hanging out, but she's around, you know? She's in my bed at night, or in the house somewhere, or we at least have a chance to hug and kiss. This is the first time since December that I'm kissless. Totally sad. I revel in our time together, and I know I'm very fortunate to have her so often. I don't know how we ever had that long distance thing. Blecch.
I was going to lay it all on the table about Jennifer and our moving in together to my grandparents when I went home for my high school reunion. Since I'm not going, and I don't know when the next time I'll be home is, I'm going to write my grandmother a letter about it. I really don't know how she will react at all. I'm nervous, but I also don't like not being upfront with people. I really REALLY don't want to send a letter, but my phone conversations with my grandparents are always so odd. (Basically, my grandmother gives me neighborhood gossip and tells me who died, and then chases me off the phone so she doesn't 'waste my money.') I don't want to leave this until Christmas, since it's likely that Jennifer and I will be doing the Family Tour together, time permitting.
It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
crena's kids, and they just had a sofa delivered from Ikea, so they had an enormous cardboard box. Of course, this meant that we needed to make a clubhouse!The girls did all of the decorating (although I added some orange polka dots to the inside), and I was assigned the task of cutting all of the windows and doors, and doing other goofy things like hanging "curtains" and taping the whole thing together. Those girls are so adorable and clever! I convinced them to make the house their "secret clubhouse," and they started drawing all kinds of security devices into their creation! They made a keypad where you have to enter the secret code, and they made a "watcher" that would make sure only the right people came in (I guess like a security camera?), and they said that a siren would sound if you entered the wrong code. SO CUTE!
I got a chance to eat dinner with the family, and after the girls went to bed, I had a couple of hours to chat and catch up with
crena, which was really nice. I really like her and have the privilege of feeling very close to her, so it's always good to enjoy her company. Besides, I think she felt bad for me for being Girl-less!Speaking of which, I miss her. It's not even that we spend every evening hanging out, but she's around, you know? She's in my bed at night, or in the house somewhere, or we at least have a chance to hug and kiss. This is the first time since December that I'm kissless. Totally sad. I revel in our time together, and I know I'm very fortunate to have her so often. I don't know how we ever had that long distance thing. Blecch.
I was going to lay it all on the table about Jennifer and our moving in together to my grandparents when I went home for my high school reunion. Since I'm not going, and I don't know when the next time I'll be home is, I'm going to write my grandmother a letter about it. I really don't know how she will react at all. I'm nervous, but I also don't like not being upfront with people. I really REALLY don't want to send a letter, but my phone conversations with my grandparents are always so odd. (Basically, my grandmother gives me neighborhood gossip and tells me who died, and then chases me off the phone so she doesn't 'waste my money.') I don't want to leave this until Christmas, since it's likely that Jennifer and I will be doing the Family Tour together, time permitting.
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
