Change of circumstances.

This morning I awoke from my dream of sparkly, blue fairies to Ryan's phone call. (I know. Ryan already got a laugh out of it. Apparently my inner child needed some sleepy time entertainment.) After inspection this morning he was allowed to leave at last. So now he's just waiting on the bus, and I'm just waiting on him. Thank goodness. I'm all out of self entertainment. Yesterday I ended up going to the video rental store, 7-11, and McDonald's to stock up for a girly afternoon in with a few movies Ryan would rather claw his own eyes out than watch. And usually I agree, but sometimes there's nothing quite like a corny, feely good chick flick that seems like it came off of Lifetime, Hallmark, or some other assorted such channel that everyone makes fun of but secretly watches at some point. And it was a fairly good day other than missing my husband. Chick flicks, soda, and fast food. The stuff dreams are made of. Unless of course you dream about sparkly fairies. Then I can't help you.