Metal Meredith

Headed to see Madonna tonight in Atlanta. More to come tomorrow.

I could write a book about Phil. After all, he is the one I picked to be by my side for the rest of time.

Tonight, we headed out to a men’s clothing store to buy Phil some nice work clothes. It isn’t that he wanted to be flashy, I think he just wanted to represent himself better in hopes of calling money toward him. The ‘creative look’ was no longer representing his role in his business. He has 2 other people to be the kooky creative ones now.

He must have tried on 15 things. Every time he came out of the dressing room, I got a little teary. He looked like such a man, such a grown up man. Where did my Phil go? Where was my silly college art student that I met and fell in love with? When did he turn into a handsome business man?

So Phil, even though I had a dream last night that Brian Williams was my new boyfriend, I was happy to wake up next to you this morning, snoring and all.

Happy Birthday to my best friend, my biggest fan, my nun-mun. I love you. 

I feel a rotten cold coming on. I have successfully avoided the cold that made the rounds from Vivienne to Henry to Phil to Henry to Vivienne. Not sure how, since I am with the kids so much. But this time, I am really going to get it, I can feel it.

So please excuse the small lapse in content in the blog. I am tired, I have a huge week ahead and I need to save up some energy.

My mom is enjoying the blog so I am going to give her a ‘shout out’ by posting pictures. She hates pictures of herself. Enjoy!