2 big old boxes. Right there at the mail station. Can you smell the eclair-y goodness?
I turned to my co-worker who was holding an apple fritter under my nose. "Want one?" sez she..."No thank you" smiled I...."WHY?!!?" sez she. Did she just get insulted over my pastry refusal? Apparently. Movin' on-
Left work a titch early yesterday so I could catnap and head to a play reading @ the Playwrights Center. It was okay, and just so-so. I saw some peeps I hadn't seen in a goodly while, which I really enjoy. Read a (lackluster) play that had some genuinely funny moments...only to be hampered by a somewhat listless narrative. Kinda weird to be sitting on chairs w/music stands in front of you, reading from a script, while 10-15 people watch you "read". I understand the rationale, I'm just saying, it feels weird.
(10-15 people. By most TC small theatre accounts, a good house. : ) Oooops! Was that my "out loud" voice?
So yeah, got Chinese for the Misses. Jogged/Tapped/worked on some music and went to bed. Nothing remarkable. 10:30pm, and I shut down. ( I remember a couple of kisses when she got home, but mostly oblivion.)
She's a peach. The bed was empty when I got up at 5:45am, so I went up to the TV room to find her "Cocooned" in blankets on the floor, with the congealing remains of Sweet and Sour Chicken/Fried Rice next to her. I woke her up saying "Ohhh look, look at ze beeyootiful botterfly" (Ala Heimlich in "Bugs Life") I should really blog about her sometime...I'm sure people are getting indigestion from all the sentiment.
3 comments:
Please, sentiment away. It is refreshing to read about someone in love rather than lamenting on how bad their relationship is. I am happy for you and the future Missus...house be damned.
When you've found happiness, enjoy it! Love it! Share it! Never be sorry that you're happy... NEVER NEVER NEVER
Both completely valid points. Gracias.
(And I'm not sorry about it. I just didn't want it to be overkill. Especially since she reads this. : )
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