I swear I can hear choruses of angels singing! My heart is swollen within my bosom and I feel as though I am walking on air!
I wasn't a happy camper this morning. Mr. Macchiato made plans to go on a very difficult hike with a buddy and Double Shot today. Mr. Macchiato really isn't in the right condition to go on the hikes he does... and I can't go because I am more out of shape than he is and have been having a problem with my right foot. So... that means that he will over do it and be whining tonight and will be doing nothing but wallering on the couch tomorrow. Trust me. This is how it goes. Don't get me wrong, I like that he's getting into hiking and I'd like to join him. It's just that... it is the weekend before Thanksgiving and we are having people over... and Frappy's new beau is coming down for a couple days... and the molding from the summer remodel of 2007 is still not down in the kitchen and the molding in the bathroom and laundry room looks like CRAP and the shower in that bathroom still has yet to be sealed. Mr. Macchiato is a wonderful guy but... uh... Mr. Fix It he is NOT. There is so much around here that has gone unfinished that I don't feel capable of doing on my own. And he took the circular saw and put it in storage... no doubt to keep me from trying to figure it out. Of course... I could go get it... hmmmm...
Anyway, I'm a tad passive aggressive. Just a little. I mean, I really wanted to jump up and down and cry, truth be told. Of course, when Mr. Macchiato asked me if I was mad at him last night I told him, "No." I've got a bunch of laundry in the family room that is clean but still needs to be put away. He came down this morning and was rooting around for some clean underwear. He's the type that needs co-ordinates to find the ketchup in the fridge and I still end up going in there and getting it for him. It's some sort of male who relies on his wife too much syndrome. I told him he didn't have any. He wasn't too happy about that. I showed him in the laundry room where the whites were next up in the cue. He likes to wear clean underwear every morning... which I wouldn't be married to him if he didn't... anyway, I'm not proud. He did have clean underwear. I just didn't get it for him. He's going on a big long hike anyway... it's not like I sent him to work like that. I have to be really super mad to do that. I still packed his backpack for him. Once he starts sweating he won't remember his underwear are dirty... right?
Well, Mr. Macchiato is aware that I'm upset about the baseboards. I finally told him when he came up to kiss me goodbye. I was under the covers, head and all, and he only got my cheek. Maybe he won't get all sore and will be able to help me with some stuff tomorrow. He won't know he had clean underwear until some afternoon when he's bored at work and decides to read my blog. He's real busy right now so this little entry may just slip right by him.
I thought I'd at least be able to blow my hair dry in my underwear with the bathroom door open in peace. Nope. The Jehovah's Witnesses are out this morning. And kids gathering canned goods. And my neighbor who found yet another ball of Double Shot's in his backyard. Why answer the door? Because our cars are in the driveway and they know someone is home! Don't worry, I put on clothes first!
My injection seems to be yet another dud. I'm pretty upset about it. Where do we go from here? Is this really the best there is for me now?
I really do have a lot I want to accomplish this weekend... well, before Thanksgiving anyway. I was feeling pretty sorry for myself so I decided to go get a Route 44 sized Diet Coke with lime from Sonic and then get busy. I had to wait in the drive-thru line for a bit and saw an employee take a bag of ice out to a car. I sat up ramrod straight! Do they sell their ice in bags?!?! The people in front of me must have had some huge order because a dude with a tongue stud came out with my drink.
Me: DO Y'ALL SELL YOUR ICE IN BAGS?!?!
Mr. Tongue Stud: Yeah.
Me: NO WAY!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! There was a faint tingling somewhere in the fatty recesses of my brain... had I heard somewhere before you can buy ice from Sonic??? Did I forget??? How could I forget you could buy ice from Sonic? No, I hadn't heard that or read that somewhere had I? I've got to lay off the diet coke...
Mr. Tongue Stud: Uh.. no.
Me: Oh my gosh! This is AWESOME!!! I want THREE BAGS!!!
Mr. Tongue Stud: Okay. I'll get ya at the window.
At the window...
Mr. Tongue Stud: I've never seen anyone get so excited over ice.
Me: I love the ice here. It's awesome.
Mr. Tongue Stud: Here's an extra cup of limes. I've noticed you seem to like a lot of lime.
Me: Oh my gosh! You are so sweet!
Mr. Tongue Stud: Get Better!
SONIC SELLS THEIR ICE IN BAGS!!! How cool is that?!?! It has so lifted my spirits! The sun seemed to be shining a bit brighter on my way home! I am actually now looking forward to today and I will get what I want to done before Thanksgiving. I will. I know it. I can do it! I CAN DO IT!!!
Oh... and, uh, Mr. Macchiato... sorry about the whole underwear thing.