i’ve been working a lot the last few weeks. esther’s been outta town for her epic east coast tour. aside from a quick bite after picking her up from the airport, we really haven’t seen each other since.
i finish a 24 hr shift and think,
“hey! we should hang out!”
“oh… i’m right about to leave town for a family retreat this weekend”
“… but i haven’t seen you for weeks!!”
“…”
“…??!”
“ok, i can stop by before i go?”
“great!!”
feeling a little neglected i drive home…
…and promptly pass out.
after numerous phone calls and texts (“um, are you there… are you going to open the door… did you fall asleep?”) we get to hang out!
and by that, i mean i passed out, apparently started drooling, and she folded my laundry.
welcome back to portland, esther. welcome back.
wow. esther has such a catch.
Haha. I miss you guys. Please come back to the EC.
this blog needs a new post.
one memorable Esther quote from said epic East coast trip, “Choose happiness. Don’t date a surgeon.”
We understand, Surgeon boyfriend. You’re out saving lives or something good like that. But I have to admit, I had a little urge for some minor violence when the lovely lady said those words. Don’t worry, the urge passed. For now.