What a difference a day makes...

Am I just a silly, smarmy and sappy girl, or does this big lug actually get to me gooey with his evil warm fuzzies despite my upset yesterday about his dalliance with the vanilla broad? I'm gonna lose my mind from this roller coaster ride with him, I just know it. We'll see how this weekend goes, with his OTHER vanilla chicky visiting him the whole time...uhhhhh, YEAH...here we go again...am I an idiot?!

I asked him if he'd mind if I "kidnap" my Ghana pen-pal, Ben, who is currently in the US for the first time as part of a work program for three months, and bring him along for fireworks on July 4th weekend to Pittsburgh...Pete says that's cool with him, despite having a house full of his kids and their friends, AND my dog...I think that's asking a whole lot of him, and it's great that he's okay with it. Here's the email he wrote to me today...and he's right, I DON'T take any shit!! hehehehe

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Dear [SASSY GIRL],

I love making plans with you. You take the ball and run with it, just
as I do. I am filled with such joy and happiness today I do not know
what is keeping me from exploding.

I know the financial questions will keep coming up as we continue to
make plans and I do not want you to depend on me, but do not forget
about me in this regard either. I can help with a bus ticket for Ben,
cover some gas, feed everyone hamburgers and hot dogs when they get
here, whatever. You and I are building a team, so we have pooled
assets to pull from.

I think it has been far too long since I told you that you are the
most beautiful woman I know. I am blessed every day that I know you
and share time with you. I want to see your face first thing in the
morning and last at night. You are easy on the eyes, feel at home in
my arms, and don't take any shit. That is so cool!

Later,
Pete
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Poor Ben wrote me a frantic email this morning, he can't figure out how to use the phone booth to call his parents, and he's been here in the US since Tuesday. He has calling cards, but he can't figure out how to use those either. Poor kid. He says he's not used to this kind of food, everything is too expensive, and he's freaking out. He didn't bring the right clothes either I guess. So his "American Mom," (that's me), will go rescue him tomorrow. I got him a go-phone so he can call me for free anytime, and I'll teach him how to use it. I bought him some white t-shirts too, which he asked for, so he'll have some extra stuff to wear. I'm going to take him to the bank and open an account for him too while I'm there, and then take him out for a nice lunch and maybe some grocery shopping and/or clothes shopping. I had thought this work program of his would provide that stuff or at least help him to figure it all out---but apparently they just sent him to Wildwood New Jersey to work at a candy store on the boardwalk, and he's on his own. I'd be freaking out too.

Anyway, another weekend on the road...I'm going BROKE feeding the gas tank!! ARGH!! And my poor dog doesn't even know me anymore, I'm hardly ever home!!

Love, Sassy Girl