Boyfiend, the greatest guy I know, hasn’t been looking so good here at I Like Purging Things. Even so, this morning he sent me an email telling me to”keep writing good stories.” His email included a boring post written in my point of view, describing last Friday night.
And then he waited for me in the gym, his glasses fogged from the cold outside. I stepped off the treadmill and walked towards him. We smiled then kissed and walked across the street to buy a Christmas tree. Boyfiend also looked at a 3hp shop vac while I waited outside for the tree to be wrapped, but he decided to put off the purchase.
We rearranged the house to make room for the tree. The hanging plant basket broke during the move but after a little effort, tape, wire and elbow grease the basket was good as new. We drank wine and reminisced about ornaments as we removed them from the boxes that collected dust in the basement. He asked, “Girlfiend, remember when we bought this disco ball at Urban Outfitters?”
“Yes, I do,” I replied and added, “Remember when I painted this stained-glass ornament with the Star of David?” Boyfiend answered, “Yeah, that’s an awesome ornament, but not as awesome as my 1970 Volkswagen Bus stained-glass Christmas ball.”
How’s that for volatile, bitch?
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