In exactly two weeks the K-Man and I leave for a much-needed vacation.
Just K-Man and me.
And as I've casually mentioned recently, my sanity could use the respite.
Not that I'm complaining or anything.
Far be it from me to complain.
We are going to Colorado, which holds some very special memories for us, K-Man and me.
It's where we met, when I was all of 15-shiny-years old.
And it's also where we got engaged, when I was a glossy-18-years old.
Goodness, I still remember coming back to high school that February 1987, with my
sparkly-naive engagement ring and proudly showing it to my typing & business teachers.
They seemed so happy for me.
And the sense of dread I picked up in their undertones, didn't set me back one skip.
I was IN LOVE and unstoppable.
But of course, now that I'm 44, I understand their hesitation. God bless them.
Homemaking was in my blood from the get-go.
Here is a picture of me with one of my very best life-long friends in Home-Ec class, Lori Anne.
Thank goodness my posture has improved since then.
Though the daggers coming out of my eyeballs have not.
|This photo really does beg for a caption, doesn't it?|
So here we are, K-Mand and me, 25+ years later, married still, and going back to where it all began.
And we'll be footloose and fancy free in just two short weeks.
To re-discover Colorado.
And each other!
Who knows, maybe we'll decide to have another baby.
I sometimes really feel the need for another baby made by the two of us.
You know, a little bio caboose to bring up the rear of our crazy-train.
Good heavens, somebody stop me now.