being away from the girls is hard. after the first initial days of freedom, my wife called me last night before dilly went to bed and d was crying b/c she missed her daddy :( I told her to get a good night sleep for friday would come quicker (when i get back to the bk) but she still cried and demanded her daddy. well, at least it feels good to be wanted. absence makes the heart grow stronger? :) trying to fall asleep in that king size bed in an empty hotel in Indy watching reruns of kardashians and the local "hotspots" channel, I really was missing my girls! my home...and now the discussion with my wife is about getting more space & possibly moving back to LA...wow, I know, don't cry wolf dz, we've heard this one before, but every 5 years in the same place we start inching for a change & the fact of the matter is in NYC the options are few and far between (unless you want to throw in the towel and move to NJ or Westchester, no offense to my peeps there just not my cup of coffee, I am not down for that kind of suburban life)....alright, enough about that, the good thing about travelling away from the fam is you realize what you have, what you got, what you have to go back to...and as you can see from this pic above, I've got a beautiful daughter who loves her sour cream & that a whole lot more than some people have so I'm feeling like a lucky guy this hot morning in indiana :) take care my friends and stay cool.....
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