Orange Toes and Tank Tops

The title of this post summarizes a little of what happened while I was in California for a few days.

I am now back home in Minnesota with Stan and Molly who I am happy to say are: Fed, Empty (yes I am being gross and they both pooped promptly after I cleaned the litter box) and in love with their mommy.

I can't even imagine what it is going to be like when we have kids and I leave them for a few days. Yes I know that I can't just leave my kids at home and have Lorayne come over and check on them in the middle of my trip, because that would be considered child abuse, but the love and sadness I have for leaving my kitties is going to be times a million for my own children that I actually birth. I am sure that my mommy would take our kids in a heartbeat for any length of time. She even bought a cow rocker for her "future" grandchildren last week. Crazy woman.

Lucy Dog "B...." is missing her sister. She loves me and is sad that I am gone. I bonded with that damn wiener dog when I was home. Even though I didn't think I was going to like her, I think that I fell in love with my new sister, even if she does have short legs (kind of like her mother :)

I am home, minus my other half, and I am okay with that. I realized something about our relationship when I was home, something pretty profound and comforting. Dru and I have been together for 10 years. Yes, it will be our 10 year anniversary of dating on January 31, 2011 and we could not be more of what people define as "soul mates"...

This is where it can get tricky. I am going to explain why I think that, and I might offend some while doing so, but that it totally not my goal. I realized a few people read my blog that I didn't know were reading (Hi Shannon.........)But anyways here it goes.

Dru and I are not PDA type of people. We don't get all lovely in public and I am totally okay with that. We are not needy people. I don't think that either of us are needy or overbearing at all. I don't question his motives for when he does things, and he doesn't mine. We don't need to be together 24/7 and that is fine. I like that about us. I really love knowing and trusting my significant other to no end. I don't need the reassurance of a hug or a kiss to know that he loves me. We only slept in the same bed once when I was in California, and by sleeping i mean actually sleeping. He got to bed way after me, I didn't even know he was there.

I would prefer to not make out in public, and especially not in front of our parents. Just not our style. But I saw a lot of that when I was home. More than I really wanted to see. And it got me thinking. Why? Why do people need to kiss or cuddle in front of other people? My parents never have been PDA type of people. To tell you the truth I am happy about that. I know that they love each other, but I don't want to think about them doing it. Yep I went there.....I know that my parents have "done it" at least twice, because, well, I have a brother and I am pretty sure that we both came out of my mother's vajajay...I know how babies are made :) But back to the point. Do you kiss and cuddle on your husband/significant other in public? Are you okay with it?

I don't mean to bring this up to be mean or rude, and I am sure that I have made others uncomfortable before. I just don't understand. And I was hoping that others could help me.

And that is the end of that. Honey I love you, and I will see you tomorrow night. I am going to get some laundry done, and prepare myself for what is sure to be a fantastic day of work tomorrow. Tank top's and Orange toes are a distant memory, but will happily be a reality again in a few days when I am back in California for a work conference. San Diego here I come!!!