Bloglander

You: Blonde, magnetic, recently sun-kissed from the Cabo sun. Me: tall,
manly, well trained at doing the worm. This last week without you to
entertain me while I ate my TacoTaco, blackened, add cilantro with a side
of green salsa has made for a long work week. No epic high-fives? No one to
dance with? It was so unbearable I was this close to quitting. Luckily you
will be back soon enough to see this, cheesy novelty gift in hand, and all
will be right in the world. The clouds will part, a cartoon bird will chirp
and land on your shoulder, and as the glowing sun sets behind you upon
entering our work I will finally hear those longingly yearned
words: "Hello, Lova' !" Okay , bye.