It's not goodbye, it's see you later

First I must start with a non-apology. In my last post I apologized for my lack of posting. Now I realize I can't and won't do that again, because it creates a black hole for me to slip into and my next post is never speedy. So, my non-apology is this...don't expect a timely post from my little fingers until I am employed as a stay-at-home mom, it is winter and I have a closet with a light in it. (More on the closet thing in the future and no we are not remodeling. In a nut shell...my 1 DEMAND for any future abodes...a light in my closet. Really is that too much to ask.) Now of the less than 10 people who read this...several are stay at home moms and are laughing until they pee a little that I intend to post MORE once I am a mom. I know..."I have no idea, just wait little grasshopper, talk to me when you have one" Yada yada yada. Don't pee in my cheerios people...it's just a dream. Oh and before I get any further...No, I am not prego. Believe me when that happens, you won't have to read it in a blog or guess if that is what I am saying...it'll be written in the sky with a sky writer plane. So, there...my non-apology...deal with it.

On to the reason for this post...Tis the Season. Not Christmas, but oh how I wish it were...I love Christmas, the lights, the harmonized music, the excessive baking, shiny wrapping paper...sorry...I have shiny ball syndrome which causes me to get off track a smidge. It is April which means, showers, flowers, sunshine, blue skies, and Golf Season. I am a fan of all but the last little gem. While the golf season does pay my bills, it also makes me a "golf widow" 7 months out of the year. So on Easter Sunday I journeyed to the hubby's place of work and said my goodbyes. While I was there we took a ride and he did a little practicing, so I took some photos so I could recognize him in the fall when he enters my house in the daylight and I don't try to pummel him because I assume he is a burglar...with a key...blonde hair and piercing baby blues.

After the last picture I said..."oh I got a good picture of your back swing."

"Let me see" he replied.

Looking at the phone a little smile spreads across his face and as he is putting is club away...

"That's follow through...not my back swing."

So much to learn. Not really losing sleep over it.

Until November my love...we will only pass in the night. Maybe I'm a little dramatic...no, no I am not!