I Must Be Doing Something Right

Okay, maybe I can come close to doing it justice. 

We haven't left for San Jose, but tomorrow morning looks like a sure bet. 

We spent most of the day catching up from the week of certain uncertainty, fielding phone calls from doctors, social workers, healers, and patient "assistance" case workers, faxing this form, filling out that other one.  "So Lisa, have you signed form XR-87?"  WTF?

Today is my Love's birthday, and the only thing in the world that I wanted was for him was just ONE stress-free day, particularly after the series of wringers we've been through since April.  Tell the universe your plans...

So after the last phone call/organization attempt ended in tears, Boyfriend did what no man should have to:  he volunteered to drop everything, at 3:00 in the afternoon, to take a heap of paperwork over to Medi-Cal, the never-satisfied, clusterfuck of a patient financial assistance program that closes at 4:00pm, and holds my very life, my very future, in their hands.  And by drop everything, I mean laundry, packing, juicing, cleaning, and did-I-mention-it's-his-effing-birthday?  Yeah, probably.  All so I could finish up what I needed to with the organizing/packing/cleaning of my half of the equation, so that we can REALLY drive up the coast in the morning.

He just called.  He's at our favorite market, the Isla Vista Co-Op right now, picking himself up a delicious birthday dinner and raw, organic coconut cream cake (for which I have a candle!).  Are you picturing him with a mask and a cape yet?

I am.  Better hop in the shower and put on a cute dress!

Time to rise to the occasion.  And the Boyfriend.

Ahh, gratitude and reason - there you are! 

Silly Girlbert.  I'm the luckiest girl in the world.