Here’s our Sunday song that G would sing to me as we made breakfast, had our mimosas or took a boat ride. Sometimes he would just grab me and dance around the room while he sang it…..oh I miss you so…….

I work today from 9-5.

Then I go to my “group” til 7:30.

I am not sure I’m ready to be a part of a group I really want nothing to do with. It’s club I never wanted to join.

And the fact that the weather is supposed to be all rainy and crappy all week reinforces my “I don’ wanna”" philosophy.

And despite what Jodi says….I am afraid. Bad afraid.

Bring on the rain baby.

We’ll drown together.

I love you G.

I was in Publix a few hours ago just to pick up some basics and I decided to head down the “personal care” aisle. If anyone needs “personal care” right now, it would damn sure be me.

I was perusing the soap and smell-good section and I saw him.

Mr. Bubble.

When I was a kid, my Granny would draw my bath in her big old-fashioned style tub in Poplarville and add Mr. Bubble that she had gotten at Sunflower or Pearl River Drug.

She would hold her hand over the water stream to make it bubble up the water so I would have decent bubbles. I remember the smell, the tub and her telling me how long I could stay in before dinner was ready. I would always add extra Mr Bubble when she left the room.

I loved using her soap, Yardley’s English Lavender, and thought I was quite the princess when she got me one of those blow-up tub pillows to cradle my little head in.

I would sing and talk to myself (I’ll talk to a fence post if you haven’t figured that out yet) and say “just five more minutes!!” when she knocked on the door and said my time was up.

I have always loved my bath time.

So fast forward to when I moved to Alabama. I missed my old home in Pville and my bath time, but when I got here Greg had put in a garden tub, for me!! **SQUUUEEE** Bubble baths every day?? I must be in Heaven!!

I do so enjoy my bath time, but what I miss now is G coming in to sit and talk to me and washing my back and just hanging out.

I hope there’s bubble bath up there where the Mr Bubble flows like gravy.

I know someones waiting to wash my back.