Caught

Today’s work load was a bit quieter and lighter than normal. Has to be attributed to the lack of folks milling around in the office. I was grateful for it though. I guess I had little butterflies in my stomach because tonight, my baby and I went to take our Engagement Photos at Rockefeller Center together 🙂 It was UNBELIEVABLY COLD out there. Even I have to say it. But it was a clear crisp night and my baby and I were there to take pictures and celebrate the fact that we’re getting married. We took pictures with the tree as our backdrop, by the Angels, with the Sax 5th Avenue Snowflakes behind us and with the Toy soldiers behind us. Our photog Robert Munroe, was TERRIBLY PATIENT. As his fingers numbed from the cold taking shots of us, he was accommodating. I hope they come out great. I’m all anxious to see what they look like 🙂 I hope I don’t become a pest in asking him every five seconds.

After the shoot my baby and I took a quick train together, he headed home and I headed over to check Blink and retrieve my notebook and the Sizzurp tee that he had snatched up for me. I wasted a good hour there, just not wanting to go home yet. It was “too early” for me to be home. So I sat around his office reading various promotional books copies they had sent to him for evaluation. Not one of them peaked my interest all that much. We thought we were gonna head to have a quick bite, but he did admit that work was overwhelming him. So I scooted my butt on outta there and got on the train.

When it came above ground, I got a message from my baby that he had gotten “lifted” which is my vocab could mean ANYTHING – got high… got kidnapped… got a compliment… Who knows??? So I called him back. Turns out his wallet had gotten lifted by a pick pocket. And mostly everyone’s question is… WHO GETS PICKPOCKETED anymore? Well, my baby did. And he was handling it really well. I’m proud of him. He’s taking tomorrow off to go through the rigamarole of having to cancel things and re issue stuff that was in there. I’m so sad that he has to go through all of that bureaucracy. But who knows what this may mean. Could be a blessing in disguise.

With… it’s time to hit the hay. I’m feeling a little under the weather…

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