Saturday – It was the last day of our honeymoon, and Cora caught me with another woman. And I didn't feel guilty at all.
- Aside from Mom, Dad, & the nurses, I was the first person to hold her.
- Apparently, the baby is had decided that she prefers "bottle" over "B(.)(.)B". (Personally, I would give up the bottle for the B(.)(.)B any time.)
- Not gonna name names, but I do question what they were thinking. The child has the phonetic "ASS" in her name. Really? You give a kid a name where an EASY nickname is "ASS"? Her big brother's gonna have to lay down some serious law at school.
We tracked down the circus that was also in town to see the newest member of the clan. As we are shuffling the kids back one-at-a-time to see the baby, Cora is out in the waiting room and suddenly all I hear is, "We've got to go. NOW!" and she rushes off to the elevator.
Confused, I trail behind her (I've been told as a husband, to get use to it!), but notice the she's got her hand over her heart. "Odd time to be saying the Pledge of Allegiance" I thought. In the elevator, Cora explained. She had just suffered a catastrophic 'wardrobe malfunction' of the Janet Jackson kind. One of the little hard plastic "O" rings that secured her strap to the back of her dress broke. Luckily, no one got flashed (YEAH) not even me (BOO). As we hustled out to the car, I macgyvered it well enough for Cora to be able to drive in without steaming me up too much.
That didn't last long, because she then put on this little orange number and took me to the mall to spend some gift cards. Some VICTORIA'S SECRET gift cards. :-)
After wandering thru there and imagining my beautiful and shapely wife in all those little bits of lycra and lace, we found our selves back at Olive Garden for dinner. And I still had a smile on my face.
Sunday – Sadly, it was airport day. And the last time that I've seen Cora since. We arrived just as the place was flooded with people getting off cruise ships and ending their 4th of July vacation weeks. We stood in the normal checking of Southwest, but it was long and wasn't moving, so we hopped out to the Skycap. Lucky timing. While it still took maybe 20 minutes, the line had more than doubled while we were in it. And the line inside? Had wrapped around and was back by security. Eventually, it would make a complete 360° look around the check-in desk. And security was a mess, too, so there was no time for our usual 800 kisses good-bye. I eventually make it thru security, and Cora takes off. My last sight of her is her curly red hair, bouncing down a hallway.
And that was it.
Real life beginning,
Currently, (Cora and Gwen) and I are living 2086 miles apart, waiting for the okay to move. That should come in early August. There will still be more court junk that Cora (and Gwen?) will have to fly back for, but right now, I'd rather wake up holding my wife and taking long walks after dinner with my wife and daughter. Those days will be here, soon, I know, but I still miss them.
Enough of the sad talk – Next week, Scope-Tech will take up an entirely different theme.