The Old Days

This weekend Hubs and I went out for a mean night on the town—we had to celebrate the sale of the Belton house!  I feel like I have been nagging him about that house for an entire year--we are both ecstatic that it’s finally gone. 

                So, in celebration we went out for a nice dinner and then “out” out.  We haven’t been out out in a long time…it turned into quite an interesting night.  I met tons of Hubs’ old friends (my favorite thing about meeting those particular ‘old’ friend is that when I asked how they knew him they would all started talking about the ‘old days’ which sort of made me giggle because if they know Hubs from the ‘old days’ then I know him for the ‘old old days’…the days BEFORE Kabal, before Jacqui, before Belton---you know, the days when the only thing in our wardrobes were cheerleading tshirts (regardless of the school they promoted) and the thought of wearing a sports bra in public wasn't scary at all--oh, and I still wore ribbons in my hair no matter where we were going.)  I know it sounds silly but when they asked how long we’ve known each other and I said 12 or 13 years they were all shocked as though they thought we had met and married last week.…that feeling might have been brought on  by a conversation that started, “wow, you guys got married quick!  I suppose that’s how he likes to do it!”  And then I hit him with the “we’ve known each other for 12 years,” and somehow in his mind the “quick marriage” turned all legit and he congratulated us defeatedly.   I did meet a lot of cool people too and hopefully we can incorporate more of Hubs' friends into our lives becuase really, we hang out with my people mostly--unless we're racing...

              Anyway, now we are ready to find a house for US.  No more his place and my place but a new place we can turn into a home together!  And one day we will look back and say, “Do you remember the ‘old days’ of living in that townhome in Blue Springs?”