Hey Bill,
Thanks!~Misery loves company-not that I really want you to be miserable, although for some reason, it helps that you were and that you drank peculiar rug-flavored coffee.
A couple of months ago I developed a crush on a car mechanic who looked like Gene Hackman, but today I only have eyes for my plumber, Burt Reynolds. He located the leak, dug it up, repaired it, wore cute little paper booties so he wouldn't track mud in the house and only charged me 106 dollars!!! I offered him fresh coffee made from the rainwater I'd collected from the flowerpot saucers outside, I volunteered to wash his jacket, I asked him to marry me, but he had the plumbing wanderlust and wouldn't stay. On the refrigerator now, in a place of honor, is the sweet magnet he gave me as a parting gift, a memento of our time together---a little plumbing truck with his phone number on it. I feel as if I just starred in my own version of Bridges of Madison County.
And they say there's no romance in the life of a hausfrau. |
