No fair. You made me cry at work. I guess that’s what I get for reading a blog when I should be working.
Speaking of work, I’ve been assigned a couple of high profile projects recently. Of these projects, one is “producing” an awards ceremony, which I’ve never done before. I know I can do it, and I know I’ll do it well. But I have to say, I’m nervous. If I screw up in any way, even a small one, it will be on stage in front of hundreds, if not a thousand. I’ll be happy when it’s over.
I feel too old for this stuff.
On a lighter note, Tim and I are planning a trip for our seventh wedding anniversary. Can you believe it? Seven years. Where does the time go? We’re thinking a road trip through New England for the fall colors, but you know us, we’ll probably change our minds half a dozen times before settling on something.
Anyway, I wish you were here. The selfish part of me hopes to get an email from you asking if I’ll help you move again. You know I’d be on the next plane to help you pack. But I know how happy you are in your new home and I’m very glad you found a place to settle. But did it have to be so far away? Did you look at Ohio? How could you resist Ohio?
I’ll be out to California soon. You promised we could look for famous hot guys.
I miss seeing you on I-696.
Love,
B
Um…about Ohio….I really hate Ohio!
I know the awards ceremony will go great! Just use all of your years of Oscar knowledge! Maybe you can get a local celebrity to host….Eminem? Kid Rock? Aretha Franklin and her super ugly hat?