Yowza

Tonight is the last night of my Turkey Tot Hotdish Extravaganza away from work and the real world. My nonsexual soul mate has been attached to my hip since Tuesday evening, and we've been setting the Dakotas on fire, that's fo sho. I've had more Bud Lights in my system these past few days than I have during the past 10 months combined, and amazingly, I've lived to tell about it. She flies back to her homeland tomorrow, and I'm already dreading the impending silence that she'll leave behind. No more belching, name calling, and creative cursing. Sigh...

Tomorrow night at this time, I'll be curled up on my couch in the fetal position with my phone back in my hand, texting my life away to my favorite Texan Two-Stepper, wondering where the time went. Internet friends are the new black. Everyone should have one.