holliday

Tonight after getting off the phone with You I was in a ridiculously good mood.

Not because I got to hear about how miserable you are with your worries and your woes...

But because it gave me a chance to get outside myself for a minute...stretch my mental and emotional legs...

And in seeing your situation for what it was...I also gained some clarity on my own situation.

Together we made a pact...that until Friday we would not gather any evidence...not force ourselves to see any signs...

You would not collect evidence that your man is cheating on you...and I wouldn't collect any further evidence that California and I are not meant to be...

You would not force yourself to see signs that you should kick your man out...and I wouldn't force any signs that I should pack my things and return to NYC...

At least until Friday, when we would reconvene and report back...

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So later...as I pulled my Dryer's slow churned double chocolate fudge brownie ice cream out of the freezer...and realized that SOMEONE had taken it upon themselves to skim off the top before I even had a chance to taste it...

I found myself sitting outside instead, with a smoke and another shot of bourbon repeating to myself, "I will NOT collect evidence about my ice cream...I will NOT collect evidence about my ice cream..."

I couldn't help it though...my mind went straight into reason of deduction mode...and my gut tells me who it was...

I thought...how pathetic...I only got an hour or so past our conversation before I thickened my file with further evidence...

However...if it IS who I'm thinking it is...it's ok...because I've used a bunch of his catsup in the past week...and even a little of his milk for my coffee...so really...I guess we're even...