Saturday Dave is leaving for London. And for reasons like it was scheduled less than two weeks before he was leaving, I have an appointment that I absolutely can not reschedule, finding a last minute sitter for a week is not in the cards, and I am insanely busy getting ready for a holiday bazaar, it is literally the busiest week of my year… I can not go with him.
I can not tell you how incredibly sad this makes me.
Awfully. Painfully. Horribly sad.
And green with envy. Green like Elphaba.
No Marks & Spencer holiday shopping. No sticky toffee pudding. No bundling up against chilly British winds. No driving like a madwoman on the ‘wrong’ side of the road while Dave stealthly navigates us.
Oh, I know there will be other trips. It’s not like it’s Paris I’m missing. Well, I’m missing that too since my friend Lisa is there with her husband Arik celebrating their tenth anniversary. And I know that a seven hour red-eye trans-Atlantic COACH flight is going to blow, but still.