Would you guys mind terribly if I just upchucked here tonight?
I was going to say, would you guys mind if I just crashed here tonight, but I crash here every night, (ba dum bum) and besides, that would be focusing on the pun rather than on the simple regurgitation of my thoughts and feelings.
Speaking of word choice though, upchuck is definitely appropriate because I've been sick today.
Homesick, that is.
The warmer it gets, the more time I spend outside, and the more time I spend outside, the more I miss Hawaii.
Plus, it's OIA Tennis Tournament/State History Day competition weekend in Hawaii.
Does anyone have a tissue?
Do you guys remember last year when my life was full of ironing costumes for History Day and buying Gatorade for tennis tournaments?
Remember how I got all Braggedy Anne on you guys and told you to start spreading the news because, nani nani boo boo, I was going to NYC and DC with my kids who qualified for the national competition?
And remember how I saw the Jonas Brothers and Regis and Kelly and Jim from The Office and Denzel Washington and those nasty Black Eyed Peas and the naked cowboy and that guy from the double decker bus brochure?
And remember how I fell in lub with John Adams and my hub fell in lub with the GPS lady and how I got a serious case of post vacation depression after I got home because Michael Jackson died and we decided to move to Utah?
Remember? Huh? Huh? Huh?
Neither do I.
It was probably all just a figment of my imagination.
(I would do links, but nobody does links while they're tossing their cookies. Even if they're just tossing emotional cookies. It was a year ago, go look it up.)
Well, this morning I woke up and put on my Hawaii History Day t-shirt (the fitted one, with the Kim Taylor Reese Hula dancer silk screen) for good luck. And then I concentrated real real hard on all of my favorite people in Hawaii who were about to pop out of bed and try to win themselves a History Day competition or a tennis match. I would have put on my tennis skirt for good luck too, but . . . well, I look like a freakin' idiot in a tennis skirt, so instead I just kept my fingers crossed all day long.
Just between me and you, I MISSED MY FRIENDS SO MUCH TODAY.
And then the coolest thing in the history of the world happened. They missed me too.
So if you don't mind, I'm going to upchuck a quick thank you note to them:
Kameron, thank you for texting my son, your best friend forevah, ten minutes before you went on stage. And ten minutes after you qualified for nationals. And thank you also for sending me a Facebook message telling me how much you missed my ironing skills. YOU Da Bombdiggity and I LUB you!
Terina, mahalo for sending my daughter, your best friend forevah, all those goofy photos and videos of you, Ethan and Josie chilling before you went on stage, and for calling and texting after you guys qualified. I MISS YOU ALL like MAD and I LUB You!
Colleen, my best friend forevah, THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH for calling me TWICE today to keep me in the loop and tell me how much you miss me being there to help. That made my day! I MISS YOU too, and I LUB LUB LUB you!
Martha, my best best friend and x-door neighbor forevah, HUGE HUGS for always giving me the play by play of what is happening in the hood and on the tennis team (congratulations to Josh) and in your exciting Hawaiian life. I MISS YOU SO MUCH and LUB your whole famdamily.
Swirl, aw shucks, thank you for sending me that uber long email today inviting me into your wonderful world of projects and making me feel like a ROCKSTAR. I needed that today. LUB you, girl.
Oops, did I just split my stone-cold heart wide open for a sec?
That felt kinda weird.