I guess I have some catching up to do. I did take the laptop, but the couple of times I took it out, I had no luck connecting, so here goes E through H.
E is for:
Eggs. They're OK. I don't love 'em, but I don't mind 'em either.
Elvis. Feel pretty much the same about him as eggs.
Erica. My sister. I do love her.
Electricity. Love that too.
Easygoing. I think I am. Most of the time...some of the time...? OK it depends on who you ask. Don't ask Casey.
Emotional. Very (case in point, the story below)
F is for:
FREAK OUT!! I mean freak the blankity-blank out! (yes, it was that bad)
We went to a baseball game one night while we were at the beach. This involved 5 people getting ready, getting into one vehicle and driving 20 or so minutes from the campground. Not as easy as it sounds. We are all ready and think we are leaving, with just enough time to get there. Get into the truck- no keys. Lots of craziness ensues in the search for the missing keys. 5 people in and out of the 2 doors of the camper. Finally, the keys are located and we are off. We enjoyed the game and made our way back to the campsite. When we pulled up to the camper Casey says oh no, the dogs are out. My heart drops, but I know that can't be so and he is just trying to scare me, he likes to do that. Not this time. There's Toby, on his leash, looking very frightened and very glad to see me. The thing is, he was in the camper when we left, he and Gracie. I scooped Toby up and rushed into the camper to find Gracie. No Gracie. Gracie's not here!! With my heart in my stomach panic washes over me. Casey had quickly run to all the neighboring campers to ask if anyone had seen her. Thank God, it didn't take but a minute to find out she was safe and at the guard house. Apparently in all the chaos someone didn't close the door securely and the dogs escaped. They were running loose in the campground, a very busy, very large campground. I still don't know all the details, how Toby ended up on his leash and Gracie with the security folks, but just thinking of what we could have found... I can't even let myself imagine, I get queasy just recalling it. Casey went to the guard house to get Gracie and I sat down with Toby, thinking of what had happened, what could have happened...the meltdown began. I cried and cried, and then I cried some more. I felt so many emotions...fear, guilt, gratitude. It was overwhelming and I'm still not over it. Needless to say, I instantly became and obsessive, compulsive door checker and an over-protective, hovering doggie mom.
Angel was safe at home with Mitch's parents.
G is for:
You know what, G can only be for Granny if this is the encyclopedia of me and she deserves a post all her own. I'll stop with E and F and maybe I'll get back with G later today, if not tomorrow. I have some unpacking to do.