Ray...

So, the other day I was talking with Ray on gtalk and he says, "We had sloppy joes for dinner last night." I responded, "You mean you and the dogs? Or is this the royal we?" He hadn't realized he'd said it, but is so used to it being me and him, he thinks of everything in a plural form like that.

I realized yesterday that he is such an integral part of my life when I was trying to braid my hair. First, he has been braiding my hair ever since I dislocated my shoulder, so I haven't had to braid it in over a year. Second, he does this funny thing with the scrunci at the the end of the braid that covers the end of it completely, and I can't do it! That seems a silly thing, but it really emphasized to me the reliance I have on him. I mean, he's my best friend, my lover, my... a lot of things. I've missed him since he left to go back to the US a week ago or so. (Has it really only been a week and two days?) And, yeah, I get to be back with him in two more weeks, but, damn...

I miss Ray. I miss my pooches. I almost miss the cat... Okay, fine, I miss the cat. Though, if they are getting sloppy joes, I am going to guess that my pups don't really miss me at all.