[….and the Corascope Chronicles continue….]
I knew January 3rd was stalking me the whole time I was in Chicago. I could hear it every now and then, cackling evilly to itself and taunting, “I’ll get you, my pretty, and your little Scope too!”
*gulp*
Yes, I knew it was lying in wait around some dark, shadowy, mean little corner, preparing to pounce on us, all fangs and claws and stuff. But, really, it launched its vicious attack waaaaayyyyyyyy sooner than I was expecting, and before I knew it January 3rd was all up in my face, forcing me to pack my bags, say my goodbyes, and fly 2000 miles away from Scope again.
*sad sigh*
Not that we didn’t have fun first before hitting the airport.
Mm-hmm.
Scope took it out.
Awwww, yeeaaaahhhh.
He took out the monkey.
Ooooooh, baby.
And I squealed with delight and anticipation.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
The monkey was raised…
…quivering…
…eager…
…ready for action…
…longing to play…
…and pointed…
…right…
…at…
…me.
And then we played.
Noisily.
(My apologies to my future neighbors.)
And Scope shot the monkey off.
Multiple times.
*le sigh*
After playing with the monkey (is it hot in here or is it just me?), Scope and I went out to lunch with his parents, sister, brother-in-law and niece. Lunch was a tad more action packed than I’d anticipated, complete with a run-in with the police, of all things – but somehow I feel this is more Scope’s tale to tell than mine, so I’ll just leave it at that.
Then far too soon we found ourselves at the airport. I took one last photo of Scope looking dashing and cute as all heck in the parking garage….
….and then Scope walked me to the security line where I promptly burst into tears.
*sniffle*
Six months. I keep reminding myself we only have a mere six more months of this torture left. On July 3rd we’ll each say a couple of magic words which will put an end to all this monthly travelling back and forth forever.
I do.
:-)
And with that thought in my head, I walked through the security line knowing my world will be Scope-less for another four weeks, but I think we can make it.
I think we can make it.
© Love Letters By Cora
15 comments:
Okay, admit it. You took a million photos of the flying monkey (Scope's flying monkey) before you got one that was clear enough. Right?
And how about that math last night? I may only be dropping you off at the airport TWO MORE TIMES until we are married. (That means you will be dropping me off 4, but still...)
goodbye does stink. the last 6 months seemed to have flashed by. My wedding is in June too, so it already feels like a race against the calendar. It will be here soon!
I know yall must be very excited. I am very happy for the both of you. Carry on! xoxo
You know monkeys throw feces, right?
Work that in, and this article takes an entirely different turn.
Maybe next time.
Nice monkey, Scope.
I shall now forget I ever said that.
Playing with the monkey, eh?
:) :) :) You kids are funny.
I think you have a lucrative future in writing adult material! ;^)
just move already! why you got to be married?
It's so sweet here. It's like a warm blanket.
ahhhhh.
That 1st pic of Scope, ready to launch the flying monkey, cracks me up! He looks like he about ready to kiss, I mean kick, your @$$. ; )
Love the monkey action-shot (as opposed to the monkey-action shot!) And all of your monkey tails... sorry, can't stop myself this morning. :)
Mo: Guilty. It took about 8 shots to get it right.
Scope: Crazy, isn't it? But in a sweet and sexy way.
Dex: You know how we feel then. :-)
Char: Thank you!!
Moooooog35: Blah!
DDG: Hee hee hee.
Sky Dad: It was a labor of lust, this one.
Callista: Two words. Daughter. Ex. Nuff said.
JenJen: Comfy? :-)
JJ: I looooooove that pic of Scope too!! :-)
Jules: We love us some monkey jokes. Carry on.
pffbbttt... excuses excuses!
6 months will go by very quickly!
I love those flying monkeys. I have one that I bring out for very special occassions. It drives my dogs nuts.
by the way, my bridesmaid gown is ALL starched and ready to go.
I'm searching for matching shoes.
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