Frantic. Spastic. Running Ragid. Friday.

I am the only one here today at work and it has been really really busy. Air conditioners breaking, garage doors not working, people wanting to break their lease, people wanting to move in, ice cream making, faxing, phone call after phone call. Its utter mayham. Friday's are not generally like this. I've gotten so much done, though. It sure does amaze me what I can handle. They say God doesn't give you more than you can handle.

I am taking a breather right now, but I can see cars pulling in, the phone calls will began here shortly, people are getting home from work. The wind is blowing really hard and it is banging the door and blowing the bushes all around.

Aaron. What can I say about the perfect man. I would probably not be as well mannered on this Freaky Friday had it not been for last night. Let me just fill you in on this perfect man I am going to marry. He came over to a sleepy eyed, pony tailed girl (yours truly) after he got out of school last night (late, poor guy). Zoe was still restless in her bed and got up to kiss him goodnight. (Alright, back to bed you!) Then we sat togehter, me and this big, burly man, on the couch watching the news and drinking a glass of wine. He wrapped his arms around me and I settled in. He strokes my hair. He rubs my feet. He kisses my forhead. He calls me angel.
Who knew watching the news together could be so romantic.

Hopelessly in love.

all that I am
all that I ever was
is here in your perfect eyes
they're all I can see......


and there goes the phones.