My father’s truck has been acting funny since it’s been really cold out. That was the case early this morning, although after a little smooth talking, it started up. Still–he decided it was best to have his mechanic take a look at it, so Ron followed him over to the garage this evening, and then brought him home. He also took Gabriel along for the ride, since I am, uh… How do I say this nicely?
I’m in PMS’s death-grip. Like, it’s so bad this month, I’m about to piss on a stick to make sure I didn’t make it into the elite 0.5% Failure Rate Birth Control Club. Probably the only thing worse than two people with no jobs and one kid…is two people with no jobs and two kids. Meh.
Yeah, so I was resting my bloated fat ass this evening when a text message came through. See for yourself:
I spent most of my marriage alone with Gabriel in this house, and I don’t get freaked out easily. I do “alone” quite well, actually.
But…I didn’t know this phone number. And after the area code (which is local to Lancaster)…the first three digits were 666.
Basically, I was thinking two things. Either someone had the wrong number…or my sexual assault fantasy was about to become a reality. Which I was SO not feelin’ at the moment, considering my pathetic hormonal state.
I was debating if I should put pants on (for a long time) when Ron came home. I said, “Um, can you see if there is something on my car? Under the windshield?”
He kinda laughed at me but he went out to check, and sure enough…well see for yourself:
OMG! So sweet!! THANK YOU!!!! How thoughtful!! I am SO tickled!
I know you’re reading this, and I want you to know…I have not seen your handwriting in a long time, but it looks verrrrry similar to the handwriting on my “I Am Not A Lesbian” membership card in high school. (Which was revoked in college….hehe)
YES. YOU. Thank you. I love you. You’re the best—you WERE the best, you ARE the best, and you always WILL BE the best. I love you sooooo much!
Well…I know you’re dying to know (along with the rest of my good people)… Not a single one was a winner…but that’s OK! It totally made my day. No wait–it made my Christmas. It made my YEAR. I LOVE YOU.