Fourty-Five Minutes, ALL TO MYSELF!

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We’re headed to NJ for the weekend. Matt actually left yesterday since he had the week off, which I believe I already told you my feelings about. This afternoon, I’ll hop the train at South Station and wind up in Trenton around midnight tonight, where hopefully he’ll be there to meet me. PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME ALONE IN TRENTON AT MIDNIGHT, MATTY! PLEASE!!!

I’ve been looking forward to the glorious and wonderful train ride all week. Read: six hours of reading and sleeping bliss while listening to MY MUSIC AND MY MUSIC ALONE! We’ve been so busy over the past few weeks, that I’m feeling rather burned out and really need this alone time. If I don’t schedule these kinds of things, the bliss never occurs. Like my scheduled trip to Target earlier this week. I walked through those automatic doors and was in awe of all the RED, and the CLEANING SUPPLIES, and the TOOTHPASTE! LOOK AT ALL THESE OPTIONS FOR TOOTHPASTE!

This will also be my first weekend away from pup-kins, which is leaving my insides feeling a little bit like the infamous night we were in Cambridge. And I hadn’t eaten anything but broth for 2 days, which didn’t sit well with the very STRONG Cape Codder that the bartender made me. Followed promptly by THREE HOURS OF SALSA DANCING. Berlin was elated when I dropped her off at the kennel this morning (kennel’s kind of a harsh word for this very posh and snuggly pet hotel pimped out with non-dairy ice cream treats) because there were all manner of dogs that were mostly her size! And a man who smelled so much like Snausages that she quickly ran towards him and completely forgot about that person over there filling out forms and handing over the AmEx… that person who used to be her favorite person.

If there’s anything that’s apparent by reading this blog post, it’s that I need to get away for a while, to a nice comfy Quiet Car courtesy of Atrak. I’ve got my US News & World Report to keep me warm.

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4 Responses to “Fourty-Five Minutes, ALL TO MYSELF!”

  1. ron Says:

    white christmas of course. 10 minutes with each kid.

  2. ron Says:

    or was it 15 min each…oh yes. 10 doesn’t go into 45 unless you have 4 1/2 kids. oops. it’s been a long weekend and i miss you!!

  3. ron Says:

    or was it 5 min… time to dig out my copy of the classic.

  4. Priscilla Priscilla Says:

    you win, you always do. i owe you a phone call, and a cup of joe. i’m sorry.

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