My Guys

I love talking on the phone to old friends.  I now live three hours away from all of them and it gets so lonely sometimes. *sigh* I usually call people on Sundays, but I did it on Friday this week.  I really needed a verbal hug.

I talked to my uncle, Curtis, and his partner Hal.  (Or as I call them: Aunt Curtis and Uncle Hal)  They are the sweetest dears.  They are the most sane people in my family and totally supportive of me.  I love them to death! They are so much fun … they both get on the phone at the same time and we’re all about to pee our pants before the conversation is over … 🙂

Then I called my old buddy Mitch.  I worked with him at my first graphics job.  He is now 52 years old.  Both of his children from his previous marriage are older than I am.  He was the grumpy old bastard in the company, but I stood my ground and fought back with him.  It endeared me to him … he told everyone he loved that I had spunk to be so young. (At the time, 19)  We’ve been together ever since.  We go to the beach together at least five or six times a year.  Until this year I’ve watched the SuperBowl with him and his kids.  He is such a dear, though a bit looney sometimes.  I just love him to pieces. 🙂

I know I am really lucky to have these guys in my life.  I only wish they were closer. *sigh*  Okay, enough of that … next subject …