For Valentine's Day, Mac sent me a beautiful painting of the little restaurant we went to in Key West, where I'm pretty sure I saw Jimmy Buffett. I already hung it in a primo spot right over my bed.
Since I didn't have a way to send him anything or any idea of what to get him, I bought a sexy little red number to wear during our online chat last night. Okay, I wore it during PART of our chat. He seemed to like the lacy little getup, and he groaned when I took it off, saying he'd give anything to be with me.
I wanted to shout at him to come here then. Doesn't he have a helicopter on top of that yacht? Can't he port on an island and take a flight to Miami? Heck, he's in charge. Can't he turn that sucker around and come pick me up? It's so hard for me not to take it personally that he doesn't find a way to see me. What good is all the money in the world, if you don't use it to spend quality time with the people you care about?
I haven't worked up the nerve to ask him when he'll be back yet. He had originally said he would be gone 'six months or so.' We are coming up on six months, but he hasn't made any mention of returning. You'd think if it were going to be soon, he'd let me know. Exactly how long is 'or so'???
I can feel myself spiraling into a funk again.
***Enjoying reading? Please be sure to Vote / Comment / Follow. Thank you!***
YOU ARE READING
The Keys to my Diary ~ Fern
RomanceHi, there! Would YOU like to take a peek in my diary? Wait, we haven't been introduced. My name is Fern, and by some wonderful stroke of good luck, I live in the beautiful, tropical Florida Keys. My life is wacky, often wild, and always entertaining...
