Just When You Think It Is A Good Day

Posted: January 6, 2014 | Author: | Filed under: Diet- comedy | Tags: , | 1 Comment

 

 

Today started out good.  Carter went back to school, my trainer reported that I was winning the January steps contest in the first three days of a month long challenge, I got my haircut, wrote my article for the magazine, had a finance meeting and a good salad for lunch.  Russ called at three to check in and I told him I was having a good, productive day without any drama… I spoke too soon.

 

Just after I hung up I got a call from one of my favorite people on earth who lives here.  After she asked me how New Years was and I whined on about missing Christmas she dropped the bomb on me, “We’re Moving to Dallas.”

 

Suddenly I was back in fifth grade when my best friend announced on the last day of school that her family was moving, same pit in my stomach, what-about-me-selfishness feeling.

 

Now this move to Texas is a great one for their family work wise so of course I am happy for them, but these are friends that are on the top of our list to spend time with since we like the whole family, they have similar sense of humor as we do and are not just fun, but smart fun.  We met them at a dude ranch where we were the least dude like people at the place and immediately bonded over the bad food.

 

My friend said, “Look, you can come to Dallas on your way anywhere.”

 

“Yeah, “I mopped, “like on my way to London I can go through Dallas.”

 

“Yes,” she encouraged me.

 

“Yeah and on my way to Greensboro, I can go through Dallas.”

 

I know how these things work.  I can go through Dallas, but it will be hard, especially when I have another good friend in Houston who I don’t visit enough.  Sure I have always been the Big D and Dallas considers itself the Big D so it seems like I should spend more there, but I also should spend more time in New York visiting friends, and Boston and, and and.

 

I texted Russ to let him know and his one word response was “F#$k.”  He does not say that much about that many.  Now I have to have a pity party for myself and one without chocolate, even though this is a friend who I love more than chocolate.