She will be here tomorrow.
And I want to go. (Yes, I have her cookbook.)
It is not far, it is not difficult.
But I know John won't want me to go by myself.
And sometimes I wish she was still here, then I could drag her with me, and it would all be fine.
Like the time I dragged her to a Toby Keith concert ( which by the way was FABULOUS) even though she does not like country music. And the times I have dragged her shopping, even when she was tired. Or to the movies, when she wanted to finish her paper. And yes, even when I drag her out of bed Black Friday at 5:30 am.
And she was a pretty good sport about it, too.
Except maybe the Toby Keith concert.
I had to pay up big with food.