Floating…
It was just one of those regular nights. We celebrated July the Fourth last night, with fireworks and a barbeque and friends and family. Happy Independence Day.
I got to chat with my best girl, my T who I love so much, and the Berry Queen and my mother were playing music in the background, and she told me that he said my name.
And I felt all floaty and wondrous and lightheaded and grand.
And then when I realized that I felt that way because I’d been holding my breath since she began on the topic of him, I started breathing again and everything returned to normal, and I told myself to grow up and move on and not be such a nitwit.
But I still have smile when I think of it, because its not often that someone with a PBR shirt says my name.
July 5th, 2007 at 10:10 am
This is sounding good. And yes, forgetting to breathe could be grounds to qualify you as a nitwit. Crossing my fingers that things go well with PBR guy.