Before I bring you back to the story, I need to let all of you know that my husband's SoB Precinct sent flowers to us today; I promptly burst into tears.
It's been that kind of week.
So let's reverse...back to July, back to the second "First Day." Hint: it's going to sound a lot like the First First Day. It's just hotter.
So we get up at 4:30 AM. I say we because I mean we---there is no way Roc is going to quit before he even gets started. He knows the drill, so I think this time may be easier. I see him off with crossed fingers and toes, and I just about eat my own fist waiting for him to call all day. The moment he gets out, he calls, and he's tempted to pop by the business. I read him the riot act---you know, that whole "getting off on the right foot/didn't we learn our lessons from before/please report to me" speech that I had handy.
He came home, got sleep, and we were off.
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