And at the dining room table with my realtor...it was serene...
To answer the mystery...yes, I will move someday. No, I will not bring my House of Popo with me. First I have to sell my River War House.
NFL Man called me often throughout the days I was in the Heartland and we talked for hours long into the night...throughout the early morning hours. Yeah. Sleep? None. I was used to that anyway. We really enjoyed each other's company. He is also a big history and wine person as am I, so we giggled and talked about our travels. The most fun was talking reminiscing about college and him telling me about his NFL career and current works. Busy man. He found time to text me in between his engagements...little thoughtful things. He was a sweet and kind as I remembered him. He didn't forget who he was despite the fame and fortune. It was nice. Perhaps it was the dead body class that intrigued him...
The last night after class I spent traveling around and exploring...visiting places I had been and finding new. Sadly...I had to depart and return home. I couldn't wait to see Bug...but part of me wanted to be there. She was excited to share the pics with me and wanted to go next time. Her eyes lit up when I told her about NFL Man...
BUG: Mommy! You got a date?
ME: [giggling] You make it sound like a miracle happened.
BUG: I don't know but I know I worried about you getting old and not finding a man.
BUG: Who is going to take care of you?
ME: You. I will make you fetch me beers...and rub my feet...push my wheel chair near the river so I can fish...and cook for me every day. One day you will have to change my diapers.
BUG: MOMMY! I'm not doing it! You can't make me.
Oy. Perhaps we can skip the diaper part, anyway.