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For those of you that don't know, Houston traffic is among the worst in the country. I drive to work every single Goddamn day. If there is no traffic, it takes me 20 minutes. Traffic - well it once took me 2.5 hours.

Last night, close to 5pm, I was about to leave when I ran into one of my clients (the big big one that I do all my work for) who sometimes rides home with me. He said he'd be glad to go with; thereby allowing me to take the HIV lane (actually HOV lane - High Occupancy Lane - or the fucking carpool lane if you don't get it). Down the freeway I travel, the HOV is run between these stupid cement barriers.

Apparently some shithead had a wreck in the HOV lane, which is the freaking kiss of death. Because there is NO way out of the cement barriers. There have been some serious accidents, and cars behind the accidents have been stuck in between the barriers for up to four hours. FOUR FREAKING HOURS!!

Well we lucked out because we were close to one of the HOV exits to the park-n-ride. So we exited and then were going to travel down the back road to get to where his car was.

Unfortunately, following the direction of the sun wasn't a great logistical move. We ended up getting way way lost.

I was already running a bit late to get Zoe, but now he and I were in the freaking barrio, getting more lost by the minute. Not to mention that I was running on fumes. Less than fumes. I'm pumping at this shithole gas station and he goes in to look at a map.

We aren't that far, but I was going to be about 15 minutes picking Zoe up. My client tells me to go get her first & then drop him off at his car so I'm not so late (because they charge $5 a minute when you are late).

I get Zoe and Chef calls me telling me that he picked up some broccoli especially for Zoe (her favorite) to go with our dinner (the Chef-tovers). Zoe asks me who is on the phone and I tell her.

Zoe asks if he is bringing something else to eat.

[aside]yes, he actually had pan-seared cod, milkfed vealchops, crabcakes, spinach/artichoke raviolis and strawberry cheesecake - which Zoe ate most of - hmmm... I think I got the menu correct - lack of sleep has made me delirious. It was absolutely amazing. Beyond amazing. I love real food. It's a rarity in our household. I have some more Chef-tovers for my lunch today - which he packed up for me.

I told him that whatever calories he put into my body, he was going to have to work them off. yay!! I actually feel so awesome. I woke up the other day & my bloodsugar must have been excellent because I could actually see without my glasses, which is RARE for me.
[aside over]

So anyway, she asks me about dinner.

And then. And THEN. AND THEN. AND THENNNNNN

She says,

"Is he going to be sleeping over again, Mommy?"

My client looks at me and we start laughing our asses off. I don't think my face could have been any redder*. That was soooo embarrassing.

He looks at me and says, "Kids say the dardest things." And then laughs some more. I think he snorted.

*Although it did get a little flushed later that night.

heh.

And yes, all that is holy, he did spend the night. Again.

Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus, Dominus Deus Sabaoth. Pleni sunt coeli et terra gloria tua. Hosanna in excelsis. Benedictus qui venit in nomine Domini. Hosanna in excelsis.

Now that's a happy chonch.

woo hoo!

[aside] since we were not alone last night, I only got a little preview. But Holy Mother of God, if that's the preview, I can't wait to see the feature presentation. The hands. Those are sacred. I think they have been blessed by the Pope himself.

"I can't wait to get you alone. I'm going to bang you like a screen door in a hurricane."

Sexy sexy sexy
this man makes me
feel like a goddess

I have earned this one.

Exquisite.

And he makes me laugh my ass off. One minute tender and lovely, the next I'm covering my mouth so that I don't laugh too loud and wake up Zoebaby.

The site of Zoe sitting curled up on his lap watching cartoons this morning nearly made me want to cry. He is so tender with her, and it's not just because he wants to get in my pants. (which has happened before & it made me kick their ass to the curb immediately) He looks at that child as if she were his own. I love that about him.

I can't wait to see him again. He's taking Zoe and me out to dinner.

I'm scared silly, but would be an imbecile not to live and love and laugh with this one.

Adore.

Posted by debutaunt at May 28, 2004 10:43 AM | TrackBack