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Sabine says she loves me.

I am going to maintain that this may be a falsehood. Sure, she left the nuts out of her signature cake just for me, but she is the reason- the ONLY reason- that I’m going to WestFreakingTexas this weekend.
The low for Friday night is 18 degrees. Yes, I know, we’re all back on WinterDeathWatch2010, but still- Sabine can no longer question whether I love her, because I am going to be traveling 8+ hours one way to be her henchman in 18 degree weather.
If I turn up dead, frostbitten, or married to a rancher, just remember- it’s your JOB to remind her for the rest of her life that I obviously loved her more. Got it?

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Remember that super petty thing we used to do back in the younger days of blogging where we’d throw out a handful of anonymous statements with the promise that we’d never tell anybody who the statements were directed to?

Yep. It’s time for that again- well, for me, anyway. I’m not tagging or poking or picking or asking other people to follow suit, I’m just defragging. You wanna defrag too? Go for it, but you don’t have to.

• If that 10% outside chance came true, I totally meant what I said. And it would be perfect and we’d love it… for at least 3 months. Maybe 6.

• We drew a line. You stay on your side of the line and I stay on my side of the line, because if that toe keeps peeking over, it’s either going to get cut off or you’re going to find yourself snatched on over to my side. It’s a bad analogy but you’re smart and you can figure it out.

• You always think I am way more fragile than I really am. I hope that never changes. It’s nice to feel protected even when I’m pretty sure I don’t need it.

• I didn’t know how much I missed you until you were back and we managed to fall right in where we left off. We’re not going to do that again, are we? It was dumb, and we’re so much better than dumb.

• I still love you as much as I ever did and I probably always will, but I have got absolutely nothing to say to you until you find some magical way to fix all the things you’ve destroyed. I’m sad that I don’t think you’re man enough to make that happen.

• I am so, so, so very glad that things have played out the way they have. Even if they hadn’t, I’d still have been ok, but I am so much better now with the story as it’s been written so far.

• I am giddy with glee that I’ve got you figured out… and even more giddy that you haven’t the slightest clue.

• That thing you said to me about how I was gonna make it all better? That meant the world to me. Even I need an ego boost every now and then.

• I don’t know why you and I suddenly became so tight, but you’re dangerously close to getting put on the Tribal Council. Somebody should warn you that that’s a life sentence.

• Thank you for reigning in the dramas before it got too out of hand to clean up the mess.

• I really regret that now I’ll never know what might’ve happened later on down that road.

• You called it. You called it, you called it, you called it, and you owe me a great big fat “I told you so”- but I’m totally going to work on that assignment you gave me, first. That way you can be proud of me while telling me “I told you so,” because I love you like that and I want you to be all “That’s my girl!, especially in this very special context.”

• Do you know how hard it is to become a verb around this place? Damn hard. You got it. That is NOT a compliment.

• I have no idea how to be your friend.  None.  But I’m trying my butt off, because you mean so much to somebody who means so much to me, you have to be worth it.  I hope I’m doing ok with that.

Alright.  I feel better now.  Now to finish up this draggin’ workday, do my last minute scramble, and head out to Texas, where hopefully, I won’t die.

* Got it stuck in your head, did I? GO ME!

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