Peekaboo!
I had the weirdest dream last night, involving some Chinese history, terracotta warriors and the whole jim jam of ancient Egyptian archaeology.
It must have been the result of that history discussion i had with the other half last night which subconsciously got embedded into my neuron system because people don’t usually dream stuff like that.
I know i don’t.
Thankfully, Old boy’s phone call at 6.30am this morning prevented it from becoming a nightmare.
The dear one had just touched down after a four day business trip to China and was excitedly describing to me how terrible his trip was while waiting to retrieve his luggage at the luggage retrieval belt. From the lecherous male business acquaintance he had to deal with, to the unique drinking culture of the office and the obvious communicative and culture barriers, it’s heartening to note that he had no chance to hanky panky around China.
Heh.
His actions are really adorable at times.
Knowing that it was barely sunrise when he called and i was sounding incoherent somewhat, he kept the chat short and sweet. Ten minutes later, he rings up again after he got himself a cab and we continued where we left off earlier.
It’s an irony of sorts but i’m not angry. In fact, i was smiling and giggling like some school girl.
It’s good to have him home. Lily and the pussy misses him.
