Welcome Back Kotter Hoop!

A couple hours before Hoop reached home, he stopped at a truck stop to wake himself up. Eleven straight hours of driving with no one to talk to can get to a person. As he was mindlessly wandering the isles he came across some pills, advertised to "perk" the user up. He thought it was worth a shot, so he bought a pack. All the way home he didn't feel anything. In fact, he'd forgotten he'd even taken them. It wasn't until about an hour after he got home that he realized... He was tripping balls. "How is this stuff legal?!" He asked, staring at the trail from his cigarette. "I don't know. But you're making me jealous."

Fortunately the pills didn't take effect until long after he let me maul him in the doorway. Well, maybe the mauling was mutual. I have a crescent shaped hickey on my neck to prove it *grumble*. Afterward I lay there staring at him, tracing my fingers down his face and shoulders. I stared at our intertwined hands, the lazy smile across Hoop's face, and I was reminded that he is the most beautiful work of art I've ever set eyes on. I feel like I've been reunited with my laugh, and given permission to finally relax again. Not that I wasn't appreciative before, but this trip has made me understand how very lucky I am. So maybe the time apart wasn't so bad after all... I still wouldn't want to do it again.

And for anyone placing bets, Hoop DID NOT choose dinner first. ;)

It's Official: Leading astronomers declared today that Pluto is no longer a planet. Maybe they're replacing it with Paris Hilton? Her ego is about the SIZE of a planet. She's got a gravitational pull... on paparazzi and drugged out teen stars. And not to mention she thinks the galaxy revolves around her. Sounds like another planet we know *coughEARTHcough*. Plus she's already been inducted into Planet Hollywood and personally, I think she's an alien.

Around The Water Cooler:
Tink: Did you hear? Pluto is no longer classified as a planet.
Co-worker: *Sigh* Everything we learned in school is a LIE.
Boss: Do you know why?
Tink: Something about it's orbit and size.
Boss: No, it's because girls went there to get more stupider.
Tink: That's JUPITER, sir.
Co-worker: *Snort*
Boss: Well, they still got stupider.
Tink: Don't make me put you in time out.

P.S. Any guesses what side dish I cooked with dinner last night? Creamed corn. Evidently, "Fear is not a factor for me."