Wow. Day seven. It's only been a week. Feels like longer and I'll bet it feels like far longer to Ty. Poor guy, sweating his ass off, barely eating, not sleeping well, and all while flying and carrying weapons. Sounds like a good time.
I'll make this post quick because I'm exhausted also because I didn't do much today.
Had oatmeal for breakfast. Worked on some FRG/email stuff, which kept me mildly irritated the rest of the day. Had some lunch.
Set Puck up with our misting fan, a glass of water, and a towel in the shade in the grass. Got in the pool and my parents began texting from Italy. My wifi was touch and go by the pool and so I told them to facetime Martha. I'm not sure either party knew what they were doing, so I had to set Martha up and get them connected. They discussed my "situation" and decided it's ok if I'm alone for a bit.
I laid on my raft and kept an ear out for a call or text from Ty. I almost fell asleep in the pool (on a raft), but Martha came out and we chatted for the next few hours. We got out and got ready to go eat at Rocco's. Outside was too warm for me and inside was too loud for Martha, but the food was amazing.
I'm really at the limits of my wardrobe at this juncture. My "cute" dresses don't really fit because I'm just getting too big or there are bra issues... namely that I don't have any that fit around my ribs. The clothes I have that do fit are hideous beyond belief... as they are ugly swimsuit covers or old dresses of my mom's. Ugly is fine for around the house, but I can't go out in public in ugly. I'm really going to have to stay at the homestead for these next seven-ish weeks.
We went to find a maternity dress at Dillards or anywhere on the way home from dinner, but there were no stores that sold maternity stuff.
We watched a recording of The Glades and some other random stuff and chatted. I must go to sleep, after I turn off the tower fan, as my eyes are drying and I can barely keep them open.
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