Well when I woke up this morning and up until this very minute I thought it was Friday. I”m also a time zone behind so who knows what’s next?
Let’s start with a cup of tea. This morning I’m going to my stand by English Breakfast Tea by Tazo. I’ve tried others. But this one does the job for me.
So as you know I am waiting impatiently for the nurse to call and schedule another eye surgery. I made the mistake of looking into cataract surgery when you have someone else’s cornea still being held in place with 11 sutures. That explained why we can’t do laser. And then the Anxiety Fairy strode right in and kicked my ass for about 4 straight hours. I really didn’t want to send her away with the magic pill. So I tried something else. Laughter.
OU Boy: ” Listen to this thing I taped on my phone last night.
Him: Plays audio of snoring.
Me: That’s not snoring, it’s growling. I growl in my sleep.
Him: Uh, no, that is straight up snoring.
Me: I don’t appreciate you smearing my good name. Why are you even here?
I’m pretty sure he did it to get back at me for an honest mistake I made Monday. I’m in the tub reading and the doorbell rings. I shouted hang on and wrapped myself in a towel, thinking Well it’s just OU Boy and it was not. It was the handyman come to fix my closet doors. I unlocked the door and yelled, “Wait for a 10 count and then come on in, I was in the tub”. He did and I quickly put a robe on over the towel. He fixed the closet and left.
When I told OU Boy he was nowhere near amused. More like furious. “Who does that?” Well apparently I do so other people must do it too. So last night when he left his parting words were ” I don’t give a damn who rings this doorbell. Do. Not. Answer. The. Door.
Aye, Aye oh Captain. I would say sorry but I have been waiting on this guy to repair my closet door for a long time and I wasn’t going to miss getting it done.
I was making a butternut and white bean soup last night and asked him to cut the squash open for me. He did and then volunteered to gut them. He will never make that mistake again. We were gagging over the sink and laughing so hard. OU Boy said “OH F***, I’m imagining Cynthia in the compost heap with this crap. More balls than we have!”.
By the way the soup was delish! And then I realized, I had no idea where little Miss Anxiety Fairy had gone to. But the important thing is she wasn’t at my house any longer! We had laughed her right out of the house.
I was grateful. And Gratitude brings miracles you can’t imagine.
xx Patricia Have a great Thursday! Enjoy some tea! Never answer the door in a towel or Saran Wrap. Bad. Yugely. Bigly.