Mr. Aggie has left for his brother’s wedding in College Station. Since it’s three hours away, Dr. Doom and I decided I shouldn’t go. I was fine with that in theory, but now that’s he’s gone I’m a mess. I’m trying to subdue my feelings with chocolate, but it’s not working. I look pretty pathetic, with a small box of hersey’s chocolates sitting on Lenny and a mounting pile of wrappers to my left.
I can’t wait for him to get back. You would think the man had gone on a pilgrimmage to Mecca for how hard I’m taking it. It’s pathetic really, but I can’t help it.
[I had to pause there to open the last hersey kiss because I was starting to tear up.]
In lighter news, school’s out for two weeks. When we go back, I’ll have sixteen days left before Lenny’s ETA. Holy hell!