Crash, Bang, My Heart Goes Boom

Just a quick welcome to my old friend Fall!

Hello Cool Front! I've been waiting for you! Cool Front... let me introduce you to my lovely friend, Boots. Boots, Cool Front. Cool Front, Boots. :) Even if you're only able to enjoy one another in the evenings, I say go for it. Do whatever turns you on... I'm not judging you.

You guys look great together, really! A perfect pair!


In Weekend News:
It was great to start off! Friday I cooked for the man friend.  He usually takes over and it drives me insane, but sometimes that's just lovely, ya know?  Saturday I played the tom boy and joined WG and his roommates at the hunting camp in MS to set up deer stands. I mean, I just rode on the back of the four wheeler and picked wild flowers(played he loves me, he loves me not... turns out he loves me, in case you were wondering) but I got mud on WG's camo boots (that I managed to keep on my feet by shoving my entire shoe in them), so that totally counts as tom boy status. Sunday I was a good little house-girlfriend and cleaned and ironed WG's pants for the week, then we ran some errands together. (Walmart for him, Sephora for me... typical!) That's where the good stopped and the Sucky began...

WG had to watch some tears fall this weekend. It was my first break down and cry moment in front of him. It was nothing he did, (amen!)... you see, I got in a fender bender. My first real one. I've been bumped into and bumped into someone... but never with any damages. Well, this... uhm, there's damage. Long story short and broken: stopped at stoplight, person in front of me inches forward, i go to inch forward, my flip flop slips from in-between my toes and is now wedged on my foot sideways, as I try to hit the brakes my flip flip hits the gas and BAM. I'm all up in some Honda Pilots business. My car is pretty jacked looking, but running just fine. What's important is that everyone is okay. A sore body, bruised hip and mangled front end of my car? I can handle that. WG handled my tears flawlessly, telling me he was sorry it happened and I was upset, but that the most important thing was that I was okay. He kissed and hugged and listened and talked at all the right times. I wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else after having such a bad night. I fell asleep with him at my side and the pup at my feet, feeling more at home than I do in my own bed most days. Maybe my heart is growing.  Or maybe my bed is full of the past... who I used to be.


I'm guest posting tomorrow at my girl Summer's :) ! MUST. DECIDE. WHAT. TO. WRITE.
Any subject requests, y'all?