It all started with Paul taking a trip to California to be in his best friend's wedding (they are a beautiful couple and I wish them all the happiness in the world). Anyways, the day he returned, he was supposed to pack his bags to drive to Colorado the next day so that he could spend my birthday with me. The morning before my birthday, I take my mom to work:
Mom: "So, Paul is on the road now?"
Me: "No, he said he needed to get the oil changed in his car so he won't leave for another few hours. I'm pretty sure he won't leave till later because he's usually late all of the time. I probably won't see him till like 2 or 3am."
Mom: "Oh, okay."
On my way home from dropping my mom off, I get a call from Paul:
Paul: "Hey babe, I'm so sorry, I just woke up. I got in late last night and just conked out. I'm so so sorry, but I'll get dressed really quickly and take the car in. It'll be another two hours. I'm so so sorry!"
Me: "Oh, that's okay. I figured as much."
No surprise there. I was totally prepared. I didn't get my hopes up and didn't get mad. Of course I was bummed but it's not as bad when you get yourself ready for that kind of news. So I get home, get some breakfast, and sit in front of the couch on the floor with my laptop, on Pinterest. I get another call:
Paul: "Hey babe, so I took the car in and they found something wrong with the transmission and when the guy went to take a look, he broke something. Anyways, it'll be at least another 2 hours and if he gets it fixed, I can start right away. If he doesn't, I'll have to stop by your sister's and get your car to drive up."
(My car is still in Texas because my parents didn't feel comfortable with me driving up, and they didn't trust that the car would make it.)
Me: "Ya, okay. That's fine. I really didn't think you'd be here till tomorrow anyways."
Paul: "Mary, you need to stop being a cynic. Have a little faith in me, please!"
Me: 'Paul, I do, but this is what always happens. I'm just glad I didn't get my hopes up!'
Yes, I'm horrible. Anyways, While I was on the phone, I heard people on our front porch. That's normal because we have been getting a lot of packages delivered to the house because of the wedding. So every day to every other day, there have been FedEx or UPS guys on the porch, making commotion.
Well after about 5 minutes, I thought it was strange that they were still there.
I peek around the couch, no cars in the driveway. This. Is. Odd.
I crawl across the opening to behind the piano and grab the air soft rifle. It's time to check things out!
This is another story entirely, that may be blogged later, but I once walked into a robbery at my house and after realizing they fled, I went out looking for them. I was 17. Lesson learned? Hell No.
I grab the rifle, stand up and start walking into the living room towards the kitchen and front door. Then I see him! A man about 6'2" with a blue collared shirt and walking into the kitchen. It's Paul!
Paul (putting his hands up): "MARY!"
Like I wrote before, I only got to step one. I did not aim or shoot, but was getting ready as I walked to the front door.
I dropped the gun and ran to him. I could not believe he was here. Turns out, he was picked up from the airport in Texas by my brother-in-law and nephew, dropped off at his apartment, spent 30 minutes charging his phone and packing a few extra clothes, and started the trip at 11:30pm to Colorado. He drove all night.
sleepy, crazy guy
The funny thing is, however, that Paul had entered the house and had gone all around looking for me (downstairs, upstairs,into my parents' room and outside in the front). During all of that, I thought mail people were out on the porch. That's comforting. At least I had a gun :)
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