Letter to a Traveling Lover
I put your picture in a frame on my desk at work today. When the glare isn't hitting it, it looks perfect. Although, when the glare isn't hitting it I can see fingerprints. Not on the glass, but underneath, on the paper. Glossy photo paper because you won out on this decision.
I like matte.
Well, you're wrong. Glossy is better. Because of ... because of the light.
No, matte is better because of the light. See? See how there's no glare?
I'm paying for it. We're getting glossy.
Always the trump card. I had to give it to you; we got coffee ice cream instead of vanilla because I was buying. Of course, I still don't understand how anyone could choose vanilla over coffee, but I guess that's why we always split these decisions.
How do you do it?
People are always asking me that, like I'm a pole vault champ or something.
Do what?
The trips. How do you stay happy when he's gone so often?
Stay happy?
Yeah, you're never depressed. When I was in college my boyfriend went to Australia for a semester. We broke up when he got back.
People are always telling me their stories of how it didn't work with them.
I checked your flight; it's on time. I have to leave work early to beat traffic and they make me telecommute. Fine, I say, but I will never conference call. (How do you do it? The conference calls?)
We're having Chinese for dinner. I'm paying.
Comments
Thank God. I am dying for some Chinese. Do you mind if we hold off on the onions and get green peppers instead? Thanks.
P.S. Nice work on the categories!
Posted by: Heather Hogan | January 4, 2006 10:09 AM
I like it. The title is my very favorite part.
Posted by: Kathy | January 4, 2006 11:30 AM
Oh. Here you are. I like the new digs.
I've updated my links.
Hello, Abigail.
Posted by: scott | January 4, 2006 11:45 AM