I am not going all, no on California Prop 8 or anything but my dear friend Amanda Tongg had it sooo right when she told her husband " We need a wife". As I look around my bedroom, the place we are supposed to rest and refuel, all I can think about it what a disaster it is and how much "work" it is going to take to get it to the point where I can actually rest there.
I wake up most nights at my designated freak out time of 11:45 pm and look at my couch and see what appears to be the guy that kidnapped Polly Klaus taunting me. Just standing there, motionless, before he goes and takes my children from their rooms. Scary. But it is only a stack of clothes topped with Dexter Mays swim trunks that in the dark, late at night during "irrational hour" look like the guys head, reddish frizzy hair and all.
Yeah, I should just move that stack, or better yet return the clothes to Brandi Mays. Yeah, I should do that. But if we had a wife I could just expect her to take care of it, right? Isn't that how it works?
Oh my gosh. If I had known that our clothes and towels were bringing on night terrors, I would have made it a priority to get them from you!
That's it, I'm coming up there and invading your home this week. And you will be there and I will make you coffee and we will talk. LIKE FRIENDS!
And most importantly I will take that rotten Richard Allen Davis impersonator stack of clothing with me.
Posted by: Brandi | November 10, 2008 at 09:11 AM
LZ...You make me giggle. out loud giggles that only a friend like you can do.
Posted by: amanda | November 11, 2008 at 07:24 PM