After not seeing Joe for two (Two!) weeks, we were finally able to get together today. We were both seriously exhausted! He had worked a 70 hour week and I ran the state tournament - but as exhausted as I was, it was so good to see him.
Remember that dancing bear I got at the dollar store to give to him? Well, he LOVED it! And he brought me . . .
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WAIT FOR IT . . .
GIRL SCOUT COOKIES!!!
Seriously, it was kind of perfect. He took me out for lunch and then patiently waited at the Sprint store with me where I had to buy a new phone.
OK, tangent story. I either left my phone in the rental van or lost it. I was freaking the freak out last night because I had no other way of contacting Joe. I left a message for him on POF, in case he checked there. I sent an email to an address I found on a work brochure he had given me, after tearing my computer station apart to find it. I even FB messaged him, not knowing if he would even get it because we weren't "friends" yet. I think he got all of the messages, which means it's now confirmed that I'm neurotic. Also, we are now FB friends. End tangent.
I knew exactly the type of phone I wanted at Sprint (Samsung Galaxy SIII - BAM!) so I figured it wouldn't take long. We walked out an hour later, and he never complained :-)
We came back to my house and put in a movie he had brought, and then his phone rang. An urgent issue with one of the kids. I could tell it was bugging him, so I let him know I understood if he needed to get home. Part of me was screaming inside, "but I haven't seen you in two (Two!) weeks, you can't leave already!!!" - But the other part of me knew it was what he needed to do.

I won't get to see Joe until next weekend, but I am invited to his home for the first time. And he's going to cook for me! And I'll be meeting the kids. Gulp. I am going to freak out all week about what to wear.
Since he left early, I have an unexpected evening free. I'm eating Girl Scout cookies, figuring out this new phone, and blogging. So sexy.
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