CB (crush boy for those of you new to my friends list and possibly not in the know) comes back from Michigan tonight. I've missed him, and I'm pretty sure he's missed me as well. My pager has gone off more in the last two days than it has in the last couple weeks, I think, and they're all from him.

I was driving home from dinner with zen_raven I flipped through the AM dial, as it's a Tuesday and the Illini often play basketball on Tuesdays; I like college ball, especially the boys from my alma mater. But if you take my love of Illini hoops, and compare it to a tea cup, CB's is about the size of a 55 gallon drum. Plus -- they were playing our arch rival, Iowa.

Loving kind soul that I am, I page him saying "Hey! Steal the radio from [our boss, who you are driving home in a mini van from Michigan with] -- the Illini are playing Iowa!" He pages me back with an urgent tone, asking what station it's on and I tell him. He shoots back a page saying "Got it! It's a big game!"

Alright, me being the goofy girl that I am, send back a page (I know, I know, I'm a geek, but we have these for work, and we work together anyway), stating, "You forgot the 'thanks so much! you rock, woman!" To which I get, "Was gonna say that tomorrow. Thanks!"

Ah, if I only had patience. You'll see it's not listed as one of the maigrey virtues.

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