Addicted to Love

My husband and I always don't agree on everything (what a shocker! but we do agree that our baby, see the gorgeous girl in the picture up above, is swell, just swell). One thing we disagree about on a semi-frequent basis is that I have too many books. Ditto for shoes and hats. He thinks that I spend too much time and money on my addictions (except maybe chocolate, which is a necessity of course) and that I get addicted too quickly. Maybe he's partially right; I fall in love so easily, and then it's too late--I've got to have more!

It's a good thing that I don't live near Vegas, and that the only gambling I allow myself is the poker game on my cell phone (I'm up by $156,000 right now, but 2 days ago I had almost $50,000 more). See what I mean by addicted?

I like playing games, I like fooling around on the computer, and I easily lose track of time on the best of days. Yikes! Let me mitigate the gloom & doom of this post by saying that my best addiction is my family's love . . . sure can't get enough of that!

Sound too mushy for words? It is.

But today I was a fool. Yep, a fool who lost track of time fooling around with blogging and Flickr and all sorts of other fun computer things, and I lost my chance to go see my baby girl during my lunchtime. She's so very dear to me, and I missed her. I missed my favorite addiction, my baby.

No 12 step program could get me past the terrible withdrawal I'm going through now. Don't worry, I am about to go get my fix of her pretty soon; that's what I'm telling myself here as I try not to cry. I guess I'm just addicted to love.