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Fucking Heaven. No, I Really Mean It...2003-03-23 - 5:55 p.m. So I read the news from Andrew at Diaryland and managed to find my latest entry and get it back. I know - you'll all sleep easier tonight. I'll get to the weekend, but I'm going to backtrack a little first... Last weekend - never made it to the Southside Irish Parade. Went out for breakfast and then decided to just come home and hang out. We ended up making hot wings and poppers, and having my boss and her hubby over. It was fun. During the week, I talked to the insurance guy of the woman who hit me. He told me that she wanted to handle things herself without going through her insurance. I thought I was okay with that. Then I got to listen to MW, Pat (my boss), and my friend Marc at work tell me how they basically all thought I was dumb to do that. I finally decided that while I'm extremely intelligent (ha!), they couldn't all be wrong. I called the insurance guy and told him that I wanted to work with him instead of her. He then informed me that the reason she wanted to work with me herself was because her insurance had recently (?) been cancelled. Fuck me. So I weighed the options and I'm going to just let her give me a check for the damage, get my car fixed, and hope for the best. (Right now, MW's reading this and wondering if I'm going to tell y'all that ever since the accident, my right knee's been hurting and getting progressively worse. I'm not, BTW.) That brings us to Thursday. MW got to my house before I did. Only to find a house full of teenagers. Cam's does his own laundry, and he's pretty self-sufficent - anyone want him? So Friday morning, MW showed up here around 7. We had to have Cam at O'Hare at 8:30 for his flight to Atlanta. My mom and Mike were there, and were going to keep him for the weekend while MW and I were gone. We went down to the car right around 7:30 to leave. My fucking car wouldn't start. Same problem as before - it would turn over then immediately die. MW tried jumping it to no avail. I'm thinking that the fact jumping it worked last time was merely a fluke. MW called a friend of his who said it sounded like a distributor cap problem. I just got off the phone with Mike (he called to tell me Cam's in the air and on his way home now) and he said he had a truck with the same problem. As soon as he changed the distributor cap, all was right with the world. So while MW was on the phone with his friend, I kept trying to start it, and it finally worked and we were on the road. Got the boy off on time. There is a God. I'm getting tired of typing, so let's fast forward to our arrival in Galena. We walked into the B&B and caught our hostess, Lorraine, in the middle of dusting the parlor. Lorraine stands all of about 4'11" and talks like she was part of the cast of Fargo. She's a stitch. So we went up to our room. We were kinda beat. MW ran out to get some supplies, (Coke, wine, cheese, etc...) and I was going to lie down for to nap. Couldn't sleep. Decided to run a nice hot bath in the whirlpool tub. MW got back just as I was getting in. He joined me. Heaven. After that, we screwed like bunnies and then napped. Got up around 6:30ish and went to dinner. Oh. My. God. We went to Fried Green Tomatoes. It was awesome. We had the most expensive dinner ever, but it was wonderful, and our waitress, Sally, was great. She ended up sending us home with an open bottle of wine that we ordered but couldn't finish, and a complimentary bottle of their raspberry vinaigrette dressing. She also gave us her e-mail address and wants to hang with us if we ever go back. LOL We ended up getting back to the B&B around 9 or 10. We had more sex, and crashed. Woke up early (4:30 or 5) Saturday morning and had the best sex ever. I'm pretty sure Lorraine downstairs heard MW saying, "My God, that was great!". We went to the downtown area and did some shopping Saturday. Ended up getting a really crappy lunch at an Italian place, coming back to our room, taking another whirlpool together (all the while watching war coverage on CNN - we're nothing but romance, I tell ya.), then napping till almost 8. Got up and went gambling in Dubuque. MW was so cute. He'd never been to a casino before. He lost, then he won, then he lost, then he won. He wasn't happy till he was down about $50 though. LOL We got back to our room around 1ish in the morning and crashed. Got up this morning around 6. More sex. I showered, he bathed then showered, we had breakfast with the other guests, and headed home. On the way home, we decided to stop at the winery. ;-) Did a tasting, came to my house, had incredible sex (have I mentioned I'm loving the sex with MW?), fell asleep for a little bit, then MW had to go home. I started laundry. I am truly living la vide loca, I know... I'm sure I've missed something, but I have to go get ready to pick up Cam now. MW can feel free to edit, if I've left out anything muy importante. Hasta! Looking back... Just Pix - 2005-02-08
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