Kristi left to visit her family yesterday afternoon. She’ll be gone until Monday, and I have the office all to myself. (If only this were a good thing.) It was pretty quiet before she left, and we chatted. She kept bringing up the date, and I kept trying to deflect the conversation.

It went something like this:

K: What are you going to wear?

M: So when do you get back?

K: Do you think red? You really look good in red.

M: Are both your brothers going to be there?

And of course I lost every round.

We discussed wardrobe. We both agree that red would be the best. Then we decided on my black skirt and boots. Okay, so that’s mostly out of the way. Then she paused and looked at me. “Now, don’t sleep with him.”

I choked. What? I won’t. She looked at me sideways. “No really, don’t sleep with him.” Okay! Geez! I don’t have plans to!

Well, she says, what happens isn’t always what we planned. Yes, thanks mom. I’ve been through that before.

And don’t call him, she says. Then she warns of dire consequences. (She’ll most definitely hurt me.) It’s strange, because sometimes I forget that Kristi’s known me for six years. She’s seen me nearly every weekday out of those six years - except for a year when we worked at different companies. She knows me too well.

I promised I wouldn’t call him. (She’s right, that’s exactly what I would have done - before.) Then she gets a gleam in her eye and bets me that he won’t call me at all. I grimace and agree with her. That sucks. She chuckles. “You’ll make it,” she predicts.

So at least I know the plan now. (Ha.) Wear red, don’t call him, and don’t sleep with him.

Getting all that out of the way actually leaves the world at my feet. It’s kind of like - doing something the right way. Weird.

Unsure and okay with it,
michelle