Waiting For My Ship To Come In

George is coming home today. I got up early and took the garbage to the curb. I don't like to take it down the night before. I saw the TV version of Kiss the Girls and don't want anyone looking at my garbage. I walked before breakfast and then came home to eat an apple and some slices of colby jack cheese...MMM! I don't know why, but I always feel like it's a treat to eat apples and cheese.

Scott ran by this morning and took his mother to the Oceana Commissary. He was going to the NEX and wondered if I wanted to ride along. It was great to spend time with him and it didn't hurt to have his muscles available for carrying groceries. :-)

I'm reading the book Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson right now. My niece, Lillian, let me borrow her copy since our libraries don't have a copy. I've seen the movie. I even recorded it to share with Lilli since she missed it on TV. The book is loads better, but that's usually the way books and movies go.

I need to scoot. I want to run the vacuum and then get ready for my love's return.

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