Last night I got in a funk. I’m talkin’ as low as you can go funkity funk funk funk. I was wallowing in my self misery for quite awhile until Pat finally came into the bedroom, looked at me and said, “oh god”. He knows when things are bothering me. I’d say it’s pretty easy to tell because I’m not making up rhymes and beats about what I’m going to make for dinner or I’m not moonwalking and leg kicking my way to the back door to let Kali outside.
He crawled into bed with me, laid by my side and let me ramble on and on….and then on some more. He listened to everything I had to say and came to the conclusion that I’m too hard on myself for some things…and he’s right. I am. But that didn’t stop me from throwing in a pity party in my own honor with no one else invited.
My party was turning into a full on rager until Pat got me out of bed and got into my heart the only way the man knows how…by chasing me around the house and then starting a break dancing party. When I say break dancing party, I mean that we’re flailing our limbs in such a way that it’s only a matter of time until a bone breaks. After awhile, I had tears streaming down my face, but this time from laughter.
And this is why I’m marrying the one and only Patty O.
Here’s one of our engagement pictures from last weekend in Boston with Deborah Zoe. You can check out the rest of our sneak peek at her website!