He woke me up at six to see if I wanted to go to Best Buy with him but I said I didn't. I also told him about the bad dream I was having where I'd crashlanded a plane with a friend in the wilds of Irondale, walked to the Sam's club, and no one would come get me except this one mean woman who was going to make me drive her jeep but it was a stick shift and they scare me.
He assured me that he and Winter would come get me then turned on the tv and put it on Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory so I could go back to sleep. I have to have the tv on to sleep well it keeps my brain from telling me very bad things that keep me awake.
I drifted for a while until my cellphone rang - a quaint little midi version of Erasure's Give a Little Respect.
Later he just came home with:
- a new monitor because mine was clearly dying. We'd switched monitors last week because I'm on my computer more than he's on his. But he let me have the nifty new one.
- The new Harry Potter dvd.
- Chick-fil-a which he undoubtedly had to sit in line for thirty minutes to get because it's new and the only one in the state.
So, yeah, he resembles a chubby Bob Dylan/grownup Harry Potter crossbreed rather than some sculpted beauty of a man. I've never liked my men prettier than me anyway.
At the end of the day I'd rather be sitting around drinking tea and listening to endless talk about the new Halflife 2 than being handbathed in a giant tub by some naked poptart eyecandy who's too dumb to get my jokes.
Sure I may complain about his scary family. And he's not rich or all that ambitious. But he loves me and would do anything for me.
Including living with three very spoiled cats, a giant spoiled dog, and a grumpy spoiled little hedgehog. Or even driving said dog and hedgehog to get their photos with Santa this weekend. Because as smart and sweet he thinks his wife is she's also kind of paranoid and crazy and has been afraid to drive a car for almost a year.
I haven't read the Harry Potter books although I've meant to. But I really like how depression is personified in this movie. A depressive episode is a lot like having this big dark scary intriguing powerful thing suck away all warmth of memories while only leaving cold lonely shells ..with a need for chocolate (or, in my case, french fries) behind. I don't know a lot about Ms Rowling but I'd be willing to bet she's wrestled with that black dog herself a few times.
No, *I* married the perfect man. There can't possibly be two of them! ;)
Posted by: RisibleGirl at December 6, 2004 10:50 PM
At the end of the day I'd rather be sitting around drinking tea and listening to endless talk about the new Halflife 2 than being handbathed in a giant tub by some naked poptart eyecandy who's too dumb to get my jokes.
Amen to that! Mine just proposed to me on Saturday night. I've nailed the geek of my dreams! Hehe. The hedgehog is so adorable. I've seen them, but never so close up. That's awesome! I'll stop by here again soon, I really enjoyed thumbing around. Talk to you soon! :)
Posted by: Laura at December 7, 2004 12:24 PM
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