And Go Back to Sleep, I Did (Heavily)

12 AM: Me: "Don't you think maybe you should start heading to Savannah now? The traffic's only going to get worse on 95 out of Florida."

2 AM: (awakened from sleep) Him: "I'm on my way. I'll be there in a little over an hour. I'll call you when I get there. Go back to sleep."

3:30 AM:
Him: "Hey."
Me: (groggy) "Where are you?"
Him: "Outside."
Me: "Well, are you coming in?"
Him: "I hope so, I'm waiting for you to unlock the door."
Me: "Didn't you leave it unlocked behind you?"
Him: "What?"
Me: "Wait, nevermind, that was something else. . .I'm coming. . ."

Oops, see in my dream, I'd already let TJ in the house, so if he was OUTSIDE now, that was NO PROBLEM of mine, he should've left the front door unlocked behind him. Oops, that was a dream.

And it occurs to me that if TJ is alone at my house with my dog and my TV and my computer and all other manner of things, he could be rifling through my stuff, or WORSE, reading my blog, casually linked to my favorites, from my Mac right now. That's against the rules, right? Like reading my diary. . .STOP READING RIGHT NOW TJ. You know who you are.

Oh whatever. Maybe if you could get inside my head, you'd see that no really, what you see is what you get. No games, no cover-ups, no facades. As Miss O and I discussed yesterday, Miss Have You's motto is "Never Wonder Where You Stand with Miss Have You: She'll Tell You."

(Plus, we already all know I'm in love with you. Doesn't take a startling bit of technological detective work to uncover that little gem.)