I've said before that one of the things that I miss about living in the South is that so many of my friends are there, and although I can always pick up the phone and talk to them, it's not the same as being able to see them. Dan, my wonderful husband, knows this, and I think that's why he did a very special thing for me for my birthday. Over the almost two years since we moved to Albuquerque, I have managed to see each of my good friends when we've taken trips home or at events like weddings, but the one person I have not seen in almost two years is my friend, Liz. Liz was the maid of honor in our wedding. In fact, it was because of helping Liz move to College Station, Texas right after she and I graduated from college that I met Dan. But since April 2003, Liz and I have both moved, started new jobs, (she lives in Nashville now) and just generally been very, very busy. We talked about ways to get together several times, but it never worked out. Dan and I traveled a lot around the holidays to be at some important family events, but I told Dan that the very next thing I wanted to do was have Liz visit us in Albuquerque.
On my birthday, Dan gave me a few presents, but then started acting all weird and saying that another present of mine would be coming "on Friday." He made up some elaborate story about something he tried to get for me being on backorder, but I had my suspicions. My birthday was on Sunday, and by Thursday, I had relentlessly questioned Dan enough that he broke down and told me that Liz was coming in on a Friday night flight to spend the weekend with me. There should be video of the happy dance that was done in our kitchen, but since there isn't, suffice it to say that I was ecstatic. I went and got Liz from the airport on Friday night, and from then on, I think I got a total of 12 hours of sleep split between two nights, and I talked so much that I was going hoarse by the end of the weekend. It was just the most perfect birthday gift. So, here's to reuniting with old friends, and to Dan, the hands-down Greatest Husband Ever.
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Now, for the rest of the story . . . The reason I broke down and told Haley that Liz was coming was that I realized what I had gotten myself into. We have not seen Liz in two years, and she hasn't seen our apartment. I was faced with the overwhelming task of cleaning up, without Haley knowing what was going on. I figured she would probably have me committed if I voluntarily started cleaning the guest bathroom. She made the comment that if I had washed the guest room sheets, she would have figured either Liz was coming or I was having an affair. So, in the end, it was best just to tell her.
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