These are my favorite flowers in the world. Erik very intelligently asked my friend K. what kind of flowers I liked and then bought what she told him. He's a good man.
Sooo, here's a little story and a little mush all rolled up into one blog post. Enjoy...Or not. Whatever.
Okay. I'm not sure if I ever mentioned this, but I had a bad mammogram last Summer. The kind that they make you come back and get another one and then a doctor comes out and tells you that you have to come back again even in a while to see if the bad thing gets any bigger and then instructs you not to worry for six months. Oh yeah. Because I'm not a total fucking spaz or anything...
Anyway, the six months was up this month and I dutifully made my appointment. It was for Tuesday of this week. I didn't mention it to Erik, because he was going to be gone anyway, and I didn't think I would bug him with it, unless there was actually something any of us needed to worry about. But then, through some glorious work SNAFU, Erik ended up staying an extra day, and so I told him what was what with that one thing.
I've been single for a long time and even when I was kind of sorta hanging out with a guy for a while this Summer, I was basically single and I'm used to taking care of my own shit. So, I figured I'd just walk from work, do my little test thing and then walk home like I did last Summer. But let me just tell you how fucking cool Erik was about the whole thing:
Not only did he insist on picking me up from work and driving me to my appointment, he also told me to call him when it was over and he'd come back and get me. Then, when he picked me up, he had a donut waiting for me, and you know how much I loves me some donuts. Okay, and now here's the best part, the very minute he was at The Dublin waiting for me to call him and watching TV and saw that Heath Ledger was dead. That very minute. He texted me to give me the news. He knew I'd want to know that, and who the hell wouldn't?
So, as it turns out, the scary stuff seems to be nothing - in hospital world they like to call it benign. Erik picked me up as soon as I called him and later that night I met him at The Dublin Underground along with S. my favorite bartender and his smokin' hot wife, K. and I had a much needed couple of beers. So, the story had a happy ending. The end.