Today, I am waiting for a man to come and visit me. This man is bringing me something I want, need, and that will likely save my marriage, though discussions about it have threatened our marriage in the past. I’m hoping I’m wearing the right outfit to greet him, and that he knows what he’s doing. I hope he’s strong enough to finish the task, and that his endurance is enough to get me to a place where I can thank him, give him a nice tip, and send him on his way (hopefully he won’t want to – you know – “hang out” afterwards….) I do believe I’ll be newly complete, feeling a little guilty for the indulgence, but overall possibly a little giddy from the experience.
There’s no use dancing around today’s event – you can tell, can’t you?
My new dishwasher is being delivered! Some of my girlie friends chipped in and bought me this new shiny appliance for my baby shower, and I just couldn’t be happier.
Wonder if I should wear lipstick so I can kiss it hello?
And if that little ditty about my dishwasher-induced-super-enthusiasm isn’t enough to make you smile, I’ll add a little more to give my deserving readers at least one belly laugh today (Pun! Intended!) Please, don’t feel sorry for me. This thing isn’t as heavy as it looks….34 weeks, by the way. And I know, I don’t look a day over 45 weeks….shux….
[P.S. BlogHer syndicated my piece about stupid arguments in marriage...check it out here! I love it when that happens!]