So today hubby said, Deb riding a bus on her birthday...major entertainment. And yep, it was boring. We spent 4+ hours riding on a bus from Vancouver, BC to Seattle. (Remember last year I swore I'd never drive in Vancouver again? This was the alternative way from the cruise ship.)
Add another couple hours waiting at the airport for the shuttle to pick us up and take us to our car, loading the car, driving to another town to find the pharmacy for hubby's prescription refill, a quick fast food lunch, and a full gas tank.
Technically we should now be officially heading home from our extended Suck the Marrow Tour Part Two. But:
A. I have another infusion coming up on Monday.
B. It's my birthday.
C. I'm just not ready to stop this adventure.
D. All of the above.
D. is correct. I want to squeeze every bit I can out of life right now. The infusion will knock me down for a week. Then the following week I return to work. Full time. So adventures will be over. But not yet.
So add another 3 hours of driving time today. I'm too pooped to go out to eat so it's pizza delivery. Pepperoni and garlic, with a breadstick and dipping sauce. Add in a mini lava cake the hotel sent my way. And I can't forget the nice little note hubby gave me. I love that he recognizes how important living large is to me right now. (Sorry, I hid the rest of what he wrote.)
And where is all this happening? Here.
