Yesterday, I was enjoying a day out with my three youngest girls, the kiddos still living at home.
While hanging out at a frozen yogurt shop, this guy had his eye on me the entire time he was there.
When he was finished, he walked by and said something like “Have a good night.” or something. I don’t remember.
I had just put a small spoonful of frozen yogurt in my mouth.
I wasn’t about to swallow it in order to respond. … It was frozen. … As in cold.
So, I responded (something like, “You, too.” or something. I don’t remember.).
But, I had half-melted frozen yogurt in my mouth. … As in half liquid.
There is a risk involved here. … A risk of having some of my half-melted frozen yogurt dribble out of my mouth while talking. … And I really like this stuff. … That was a risk I was not about to take.
So, I responded unintelligibly, sounding like I had a mouthful of Thanksgiving dinner.
Now, since I’m not available, it didn’t matter.
But, for those who know me, available or not, I would not risk losing delicious half-melted frozen yogurt or subject myself to gulping down cold frozen yogurt to make a good impression.
Here’s what I’m telling you … sometimes I am just not sexy.
But, I do make myself laugh.
This morning, my little 2-foot tall alarm clock woke me for the third time that night.
I had been dreaming.
I was dreaming about sorting dirty laundry in my laundry room.
Here’s what I’m telling you … sometimes my life is just not sexy.
But, I do try to make it a good life.