March 14, 2006


Well, my tolerance is about maxed. I've put up with DS being gone, and done it minor complaining, for quite some time now. But no more.

You see, now Spring is trying to come, which means thunderstorms. We love thunderstorms. And instead of being excited by them, I'm sad, because he's not here to enjoy them with me. Even worse, I know he's sitting in nasty, cold, Lyon, and that by the time he gets home, the violent part of Spring may be over.

Plus, my bed is just too big for one person.

I miss you DS...

1 comment:

Spinning Girl said...

I feel your pain.
There's nothing worse than unshared ecstacy.
Know that after he returns, you will never have a lonely thunderstorm again!