Mi Media Naranja

Woe is me. Jason has been gone for longer than I even want to calculate. Okay, so it’s only been for seven days, but seven days without a husband are equal to more like 211 days. He traveled last Sunday to Louisiana to be with his family for Mawmaw’s funeral and, due to the suddenness of the trip, it wasn’t possible for both of us to go. So between Don Q, Chimi and I, the fort has been held. The first day Jason was gone I only thought about him twice. All day and all night. I’m glad to say that I wasn’t scared to be by myself at night, at least not while I was in the house. And it doesn’t count that I was too spooked to go around to the side of the house at dark where there is no telling what creeps around back there to tie Don Quijote up for the night. So I tied him up to the window bar at the front of the house, just in case the burglar decided to come in the front. But no, I wasn’t scared at all because my vicious knight in black fur would make a ruckus whenever the burglar did decide to come. Of course it’s a no brainer that the next morning Don Quijote had chewed through the door mat and knocked over everything within his reach, including Jason’s precious free sago palms, and scattered all of the rich, dark, special organic soil out of the pots and all over the porch. So the next night I decided the burglar forgot that I was alone in the world and decided to tie Don Quijote back up behind the house where all the creepy things we don’t know of crawl. By the third day, I was so starved for company during my silent lonely afternoons that I made an amazingly rich and delicious chocolate concoction, for lack of knowing what category it falls in because it doesn’t have flour, so it’s not a cake, and it’s heavy, so it’s not a mousse. Anyway, I called my friends Randy and Julie and the conversation went something like this, after all of the “hey how are you” intros:

Sarah: What are your coffee plans for today?
Julie: Ha ha. Coffee plans? Well, none that I know of.
S: Good, because I made an amazing dessert but I don’t have the energy to cook supper (because I have used up all my energy thinking of my missing husband) (oh yeah, and I’m liking the not having to cook three gourmet meals a day). You wanna come over, saaaay, around three?
J: Let me make sure Randy is free. (muffled conversation in the background. “Randy what are you….coffee…doesn’t….cook so…at three?” “I gotta work on…..so pizza…six.”) Sarah, Randy says we’ll come at six and bring a pizza.
S: Gasp! Aw man, now I feel bad. I can make a pizza! Come at six and let me make the pizza.
J: No, we’ll get it. It’ll be fun.
S: Eerm, alright. If you say so. (feeling like a really big heel, whatever that means, but it sounds like a bad thing to feel).
J: Allrighty then. See ya at six.
S: Yay! Ciao.
J: Chow.

So they didn’t come for coffee, they came for supper and we had pizza and iced tea with lime (and a nasty diet coke for Randy) and we ended up having coffee and amazing chocolate concoction anyway, except for supper and not coffee. And it was fun. The end.

I’m sorry to say that I don’t have ANY cool pictures of all of the stuff that has happened this week because Jason stole the camera. It’s half mine you know. I guess I’ll forgive him as long as I can steal it for Grace’s wedding in July. So to keep this short, here is some of the other stuff that took place during my lonely busy week: I taught the youth at our little church on Wednesday night. I cleaned every fan blade in the house. I was inches away form getting splattered by iguana droppings. I had a sleepover with the girls from church, which resulted in red prank lipstick being rubbed off of the sleeping girls’ arms and faces all over our couch and pillows. I found two souvenir stores that will sell some of my jewelry. I missed Jason, but got to talk to him every day. I planted three pineapples. I scolded Don Quijote for digging holes. And blah blah blah blah. Ahahah. The moral of the story is that it was a busy week. Tomorrow, TOMORROW me love will be back in me arms. And then I’ll take more pictures and cook more meals. Ta ta now!

Chimi got caught sleeping with his mouth open