The Writer's Right

Getting back on the horse again…

Either I’m a brave girl or a gluten for punishment. Tonight will tell for sure. Yup, that’s right, I’m going on a date tonight. He seems really cool and we never run out of stuff to talk about on the phone. He’s a dog lover (thinks pugs are cool which of course is a big plus), is Irish (we all know how obsessed I am with that country and it’s culture), he likes to read (hello, bookworm waving wildly over here), he can match my text messages three to one (I’m working on this one now, I can’t let him out text me), he digs that I know how to shoot a gun (and rather well I may add, I have the used targets to prove it) and he’s professed to knowing how to put the toliet seat down and actually doing this. Yup, all signs point to potential.

Oh yeah, and he said he’s a little nervous about tonight. Yup, that’s totally sweet. I wasn’t nervous, until I realized that he’s picking me up and since I haven’t been home all weekend, my house looks like Hurricane Sam struck. ACK! (Val, picture is like when I lost my term paper that semester. Oh yeah, it needs a good whirlwind of tidying!)

So now I have to run home in two hours, get the pugs, zip home, agonize over an outfit (I still think I’m going with the jeans no matter if he’s wearing khakis) and do a zippy do da job of picking up my house. Bottles in the basement, files thrown in the file cabinet and the kitchen needs to be spit spot. (Yes, after a discussion about Mary Poppins with Mr. Irish it’s in my head. If only I had her magic umbrella!!!) The bedroom’s another natural disaster, but it’s not like he’ll be seeing that - I can just throw the door closed.

So…. giddy up!

Posted by on 11/26 at 02:20 PM