Oh happy day!

What?  Gone for who knows how long, and I come back to find my blog box looking like a foreigner. Is that how you spell foreigner?  I can't be too sure anymore, because I've been busy lately ... busy losing my spelling abilities.  Not all of them mind you, just the words that I rarely use.  Like foreigner.  Is that how you spell foreigner?  It looks right to me.  What do you think?  Wanna hear something even worse than losing select spelling skills?  Losing one's ability to pronounce words when one reads aloud.   Now, that's some scary business.  And, it actually freaks me out.  I suspect all this damn Splenda Diet Coke I drink may be pickling what brain cells I once had.  I never thought a soft drink would lead to the demise of my word skills, but I'm beginning to suspect it of doing just that.  It better watch out, because I just might go Columbo or Monk or even NCIS on its theiving ass.

I didn't come here to wail on about sliding down the mental hill, I really came to give a shout out to a sweet friend who has been going through a difficult time as her beloved father ails in health.  This is the same sweet friend who made it possible for me to enjoy a lovely seaside vacation last week.   I want my sweet friend to know that both her father and she are continously in my thoughts and that if she needs a thing, all she has to do is call.

On the lighter side of life, what I am most exited about today is my bedroom project.  As of today, its done, it's finally done, and if you wonder what's so fantastic about that, you would have to torture me to find out.  I'm proud of the completed project, because I personally put my blood, sweat and tears into it, but too much time passed before I decided that I had had enough ... and hired someone to put that cracked egg back together again.  They put it back together last October, and all I had left to do was paint the trim in the room ... by trim, I mean three doors including door casings, one fireplace, baseboards, crown moulding, and three "six over one" windows including window casings.  I had spent so much time in that room stripping the paint from all that molding, that the very thought of spending even one more moment in that room doing anything that resembled work, repelled me.  So, I called my repair guy back and told him that I wanted to hire out the trim painting.  He said he would handle that for me while I was on vacation.  Although I was nothing but delirious about being by the seaside for 7 days, every time I thought about my room being painted while I was lolling around reading that lust inducing book series 50 Shades of Grey, I could almost get orgasmic by the mere thought of my bedroom trim being painted.  Talk about excitement!

Can you imagine how I felt when I came home on Sunday from vacation ... greeted by the bedroom exactly as I had left it.  My excited expectation kicked me in the gut, and I didn't know what to do with the disappointment.  All I knew was that I felt like Santa Claus had made his rounds, but had forgotten to swing by my house.  I dissolved into a mess of tears, all the while knowing that the repair guy would eventually come through.  He's sorta sweet on me, so I knew he would come through, even if it didn't happen on the day he promised.  I rarely get excited about anything, so the fact that I had immersed myself in happy anticipation of my trim being painted each and every time I slathered on another layer of Coppertone, only led to intense disappointment which caused the tears to freely flow.  Those tears eventually dried ... and after two days with nary a peep out of me, that sweet man was at my house with painters in tow.  The painters finished up today, and my bedroom is now complete, eager and ready for nothing but the fun stuff.  Maybe, just maybe that sweet man and I will christen that room together ... I have some memories that I need replaced ;)  I say this, because when I asked him what I owed him for the work, he didn't mention money, and we are never short on flirting when we are together ;)

Oh get your minds out from under my sheets.

When I texted him this:  "Your guys and you have made one happy me!  They did a great job.  Many thanks and virtual hugs!  Now tell me what I owe you...." 

He texted back:  "A real hug."

Now you can peek again. 

I replied:  "If you want it, come and get it."

He then said:  "I'm all hot and sweaty.  You sure you want it like that? 

I said:  "Ooooh, that's exactly how I want it."

Game on people.  Game on.


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