I Have Baggage

I have the innate ability to DRIVE.ANYONE.CRAZY. It's just what I do. I was born this way. If you're around me long enough, you may start devising plans on how you can leave alone in the aisle of a grocery store, then make a mad dash for your car. And peel out of the parking lot. I know this. And it still boggles my mind I found a man who volunteered to spend the rest of his life with me. Poor JD.

Yesterday I flew from Washington DC to Chicago. I had the distinct honor of speaking for the WPPI Road Trip in DC on Monday, and will be speaking in Chicago tomorrow. Anyway, I called JD to say good morning. Then I called him to help me find my other boot. Then I called to tell him I was leaving. Then I called him to tell him I was boarding the plane. Then I called to tell him I was boarded. And if we hit a patch of turbulence and crashed, I told him I loved him, to never tell my sister I stole her curling iron, and to be sure to cancel my subscription to Cheese Monthly.

I called to tell him I arrived. Oh! Got a taxi. Called to tell him the hotel was in the boondocks. Called to tell him I was lonely. Called to ask which salad I should order. Oh no, I ordered the fries. Called to tell him I was lonely. Called to tell him I was gonna watch a chick flick.

By the 67th call, he answered with, YES!? I'm calling to saying goodnight, I said. He sighed. And then smiled. I heard it in his breath. He tells me Polo misses me. He sits in your chair, drags your shoe around the house, and sleeps on your pillow. I don't know why, but this made me feel good. Deep down, I know my boys miss me. Even though I drive them crazy.

The good news is that JD is joining me today and I can annoy him in person!