Imagine this: Your Ex and Your Fiance Are Standing in Your Kitchen

This is what happened…

Al came this past weekend and it was really wonderful. I had missed him.  He arrived on Friday morning early.  I picked him up at the airport and he went with me directly to take the dog to the vet.  Romantic I know, but that damn dog had kept me up all night, and she needed to be checked out.  A whopping $400 later and yes, now even the dog is on Prilosec.

 

 

 

That makes 3 of us in the nest on Prilosec. Burnie lives in the nest.

Finally we went back home and tore each others clothes off.   Sometimes, we make a pretense of talking for a while and then hugging, then little kisses and we work up slowly until someone suggests we go upstairs.  This time there was no pretense; we walked in and started shedding. It was awesome. He said that I got ‘a little primal.’  Well? 

 

 

I wore myself out so well that when it was over I fell asleep on his chest and woke up just in time for carpool. I was so tired, I know I drooled but he said a gentleman never tells.  Off to carpool we went smelling of sex and with bad sex hair.  I was just hoping that none of the 4 kids I drive noticed.

 

 

 

We had a little while with the kids before Stanley came in for exchange.  I had my bag packed (My poor bag works so hard) and was ready to roll.  When he got there we spent a while going over the dogs meds (which he managed to screw up this weekend) when all of a sudden, he came around to shake Al’s hand and said,

“I forgot to say congratulations to you!”

 

 

 

I was dying and took off like a shot into the hallway to tell the kids goodbye.

As if it wasn’t awkward enough, I heard him say,

“I want her to be happy and if that is with you, then…”

eeeeeewwwww the hair was standing up on the back of my neck…

 

 

I hollered from the hall, “Awkward!”

Once again, as if that wasn’t awkward enough, then I hear him say,

“Better you than me, Mate.”

da fuck?

 

 

 

Hmmph!  

What did he mean by that?

• Did he mean he was glad to be rid of me?  Rude, although understandable since we did get divorced.

or

• Did he mean that better Al get remarried than him?  He has told me before that he is ‘off’ marriage.  You know, because I was so bad and all.

 

Either way, I think I should be offended.

 

Poor Al had to listen to me process that shit for an hour during our Margarita We’re Engaged Summit which is waaaay better than a Margarita Peace Summit, just sayin.  There are more kisses and giggles involved for sure. 

We spent much of the rest of the weekend talking about possible wedding venues and discussing what we want the wedding to be like. 

Should it be in a living room or the JOP on the sly

or should we blow it out and have a party? 

I don’t know, what do y’all think?

I don’t want to be tacky since it is a second wedding.