Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Good Morning Indeed
Relief. There are no adequate words to describe the amount of relief that is currently coursing through my body. Because I am a woman, and an irrational one at that, I have spent the last several days worrying a lot about the possibility that there might be a bun in my oven. The odds were stacked against it, I am first and foremost- a safety girl, but I was convinced that the statistical odds had decided to play a cruel joke on me and make me that special exception to every rule. Never in my whole life have I been so glad to see the irrevocable proof and get that familiar cramping that means only one thing- there is no bun.
Adding to the abundance of goodness that has been this lovely Wednesday morning, a certain adorable bouncer called me at 7 am just to say good morning. I am not a morning person and was woken out of a deep slumber and a dream involving Thanksgiving dinner, of all things, to hear such glad morning tidings and made my displeasure known. But a kernel of happiness imbeded itself into my brain as I hung up the phone that wouldn't let me go back to sleep, but made me lay there, contemplating the adorableness of the gesture.
Adding to the abundance of goodness that has been this lovely Wednesday morning, a certain adorable bouncer called me at 7 am just to say good morning. I am not a morning person and was woken out of a deep slumber and a dream involving Thanksgiving dinner, of all things, to hear such glad morning tidings and made my displeasure known. But a kernel of happiness imbeded itself into my brain as I hung up the phone that wouldn't let me go back to sleep, but made me lay there, contemplating the adorableness of the gesture.
