First, I'd like to say that I'm in a much better place than I was with the previous blog. Some things are just better to say and get it out than to fester. Also, some of my fears were unwarranted; the gift-exchange went really well and I ended up with a Starbucks giftcard. And there was plenty of food. And the boss practically ignored the whole "meeting" part so that we could focus on the "party" part of the evening. So.
Last night I wasn't feeling well, felt very sinusy and headachey when I came home from work. So D cleaned the catbox (so the bathroon wouldn't smell), ran me a bath, went out for beer and wine, and made dinner. I felt so much better after, and so very loved. Because while many men would run a bath and pour wine for their sweetie, only a true love would have touched that catbox. (insert novel-format here...
D staggered out of the bathroom, clutching the doorframe and a bottle of Lysol. His eyes are hollow and gaunt, as one who's seen great carnage; they search the room and finally settle on the cat. "you!" he whispers, accusingly. Almost threateningly. "you were so cute as a kitten! nobody warned us about this...this..." Lost for words, he just shakes his head. She is remarkably unperturbed by him and remains atop the sofa, watching him in that narrow, sphinx-like way that cats have. "what better thing could you do, than clean my box?" she seems to ask. Sighing, he throws one last "Don't go in there for a while!" over his shoulder and starts manuevering the trashbag down the stairs to the garage, trailing a heady aroma of catpiss behind him.
My hero!
I'm working on my goals for 2006, which I think is going to be our year. Really! I haven't felt this good about a year in a long time. They'll be posted next.
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Wow! That was really good writing. Very funny and very well formatted and formulated. It flowed. And it was humorous. I'm impressed!
I was just goofing off, but thanks-- praise from a writer is definitely worth something!
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