10:35 pm
my place of employment (which will remain un-named)
3 customers stand at my desk waiting to be told just how long it will take them the walk to the two blocks to the restaurant I suggested just moment before. (along with a helpful map and specific directions) my cell phone vibrates quietly. My husband's smiling face glares at me from the picture we took at disney and is now his photo when he calls. I know he's waiting in the drive along with our beautiful boy duncan (the dog).
10:40pm
finally slump down in the seat of our perfect little car. Duncan licks my face pleasantly as we begin our short trek home. Although kevin is not happy about coming to pick me up, he is happy that I informed him about the 2 muggings that took place on my hotel's street the night before.
10:50
elevator to our apartment. Neighbor hops on and invites us to the club room to watch "the game." side bar, we live in a city with many professional sports teams. Kevin and I occasionally enjoy a baseball game, he always enjoys a soccer game, and we LOVE football. But I am savvy enough to know, none of those things were happening tonight. (back to the story) "I think its hockey," kevin states as we enter our apartment. "hockey? seriously? We are not good northerners," I retort.
12:10 am
game over. Chicago lost. Still don't care about hockey. laying next to my husband in our wonderful bed. I realize, I'm so stinking lucky.
my very best friend and husband - check
apartment I love - check
job I'm actually good at - check
cutest dog in the world - check
12:15 am
completely content. absolutely no complaints
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