To celebrate the handyman skills of the boys, we went to dinner (Bob and I, Mat, the skillful a/c repairman, his wife Eliz, and their baby Ben). While there, the fire alarm in the restaurant went off. Guess what? They make you evacuate restaurants even if it's a false alarm. But no worries. We just moved outside to the 90+ degree patio. Yay.
Yesterday morning I went to Chicago to meet Bob. It seems like I've been gone for days, but in reality, it's been a few more than 24 hours. When we got his schedule for the month, we realized we'd be apart on our one year anniversary. (Our technical dating anniversary... today.) This time last year, I drove over to Memphis to hang out with him. And that was it. Done. And then it was more firmly cemented the following weekend when he came to Hometown with me. I remember biting my tongue to keep from telling him I was going to marry him. I mean, how crazy girl would that have been? Not very, apparently. He'd already come to that same conclusion on his own as well.
So anyway. Chicago. I went yesterday, we caught a Cubs game last night, and I came home today. Bob-less (but he hid a super sweet amazing happy anniversary card in my purse before I left, which I found while on the plane). He finished work yesterday morning and went back on another trip today. I'm so glad that boy busts his ass (especially since I STILL haven't started my efffing job yet). I miss him terribly, but I'm so glad and happy and proud to have such a hard working man. I lub him.
