Phil pixels in...

I was designing a new ad campaign yesterday, something that required measurement in inches. "I don't understand inches!" I moaned. "Just pixels!" Phil, my biz partner right now, looked at me quizically.

Later, I was telling him how Tommy has only gained 10 lbs. since he quit playing pro football (a long time ago). Phil said "Hell, I gained 40 just from getting old!" I reminded him that he is somewhat younger than Tommy. He told me to 'eat it.' Then I remarked how my first husband—a college football player who was supposed to play in the pros on the same team as Tommy but bailed—put on 35 lbs. in 6 mos. after he stopped playing, how gross it was. Phil laughed & asked if I'd done the whole team. So I told him to 'eat it.'

He counters with "Who has more pixels?" (Get it? Inches vs. pixels?) I zinged him with a rubber band & we howled with laughter every time we glanced at each other the rest of the day..

Nawlins bound...

Tommy & I talked for almost an hour today—a nice talk, nothing intimate or serious. He is being very cautious now (& I can't say that I blame him)....

But, I am heading over there next month. May just stay one night, maybe three, maybe forever. All depends, he said. Kind of makes it tough to make travel arrangements, so suppose I'll end up having to pay an airline penalty as well as for extra hotel nights. But I might not, either. It's all up to him at this point &, after my bad behavior, I'll have only a short time to prove myself—whether or not he wants me to extend my stay.

Whatever the case may be, I'm scared shitless. I'll either come back walking on clouds or holding together the pieces of a broken heart...so I'm going to go into best behavior mode—gym every day to buff up, no booze & crazy late night calls or emails; no tears, no demands... Our future depends on it.