crocodile tears.

photo courtesy of The Darkside's Battle Arena

SO all the way home from work (welllll....maybe a good amount of the way..NOT the whole way;) yesterday the disc jockeys were feeding me INSANE amounts of slooooow sappy songs. Seriously. It was ridiculous. Every channel...sad songs.

FYI. I'm an emotional, emotional, emooootional person. I get a comb stuck in my hair...bring on the tears. It's happening.

SO you can imagine what I looked like. A mess. Crying alllll the way home thinking about Jacob and how lucky we are and envisioning me and my dad walking down the isle towards the man (okay...can't really grasp calling Jacob a man...I'll go with....my boy)...down the isle towards my boy, getting married to someone I never thought I'd get and being beyond happy, like SO freaking happy that it doesn't even seem possible. And happy was something I wasn't allowing myself to be for a very long time. Phew. Yep. I was a mess.

me and Jacob are on our way out to eat later that night and I say "guess what I did alllll the way home from work today!!"....Jacob "cry.". WTF.

The kid knows me all too well:)