Wow, it’s amazing how much can change in just a day. Friday night, I”m sitting in the living room with my mother and my grandmother, and biscuit saunters into the room, looking all cute like she does. She kinda pokes around at everyone’s feet, eventually getting to my mom. Of course my mom, being a cat person, gets suckered right in, tch-tch-tch’ing at her and petting her. All of a sudden she announces, “Jennifer, tell Arron you’re not taking biscuit to Japan. I’m keeping her.”
WHA???????????????????
I almost fell out of my seat. I couldn’t even talk for a minute there, and I don’t think there’s a single other time that’s happened. Finally, I came out with “Are-are you serious? Really???” I still can’t get over it. So, mom is taking biscuit and that means I’m heading to California to see my hubby! YAY!!!!! I leave Sunday at 7:04am. It’s really exciting that I get to be with Arron again, but I’m still really scared of leaving my family. I’ve been so close to them my whole life, and I know once I get on that plane, I won’t see them again for a really, really long time. Hopefully we can come visit around Christmas, but even I know that’s not a definite. /sigh….
Still, given the choice, I have to choose Arron. I mean, there’s just no question. It literally hurts being away from him. I’ve basically had a headache since he left. I get headaches but not ones that last for like a week straight. I’m so excited. Sunday is going to be such an emotional roller coaster ride for me. I’m glad my brother will be there. That’s such a blessing that he just happened to be coming through Charleston this week. I hung out with him almost all day yesterday. We went to the beach and then saw a movie at the Cinebar. Then they came over for dinner tonight and we had ribs that my dad smoked. MMMMMMMM. My dad is basically the king of the smoker and I would say Arron is his apprentice. And I’m not going to say that either of them is better than the other.
Arron got a tattoo last night. Rawr. And you can say it’s lame and dumb all you want but we’s agonna has matchin’ tats. He got a big old black and red nautical star on his back. I think within a couple of weeks he might get another one on the other side. He was thinking about making the other one black and blue, but…. I dunno, I have this obsessive compulsive thing. It would really bother me if they didn’t match. Like, really, really bug me. Anyway, when I get there, we’re gonna go to the same guy and I’m gonna get two stars much smaller down on my, like stomach, hip area, below my belly button, ABOVE my pants line. barely.
I can’t wait to get there and see it up close and in person but here’s a picture.
