The Culprit
It was awful! I have never been so mad. I threw my purse in the house and, of course, screamed to Don, "Look what your dog did!!!" Notice the 3 exclamation points and the fact that she's not mine all of a sudden? So, then I hiked up my beautiful Ann Taylor Loft dress, got down on my hands and knees in the destruction once known as a flowerbed, and replanted every begonia. I was outside for 45 minutes. After 15 minutes I started bawling. I mean not just "sniff, sniff, tear, tear"; it was the ugly cry. Red face, running mascara, snot.
Once I finished the reconstruction, I went inside. I was covered in dirt from head to toe. I stood in the doorway of the living room and waited. Don was innocently watching TV. He turned and jumped off the couch. He was horrified at the sight before him. He had no idea I had been replanting the flowerbed. He thought I was so mad I needed time alone. Well, thanks to our wonderful "monthly visitor", I tore into him like never before. I think bats may have been able to hear the high pitched ranting which ensued. After unleashing my rage on my poor husband, I broke down again. He was like, "I'm so sorry, what's wrong now?" Crazy woman replied, "I'm sorry you're sorry. You didn't do anything wrong. I don't know what's wrong with me. You're the best husband ever." I mean, he is a saint. After all of that and a shower and a bowl of ice cream (delivered to me in my comfy chair by the hubby), I turned to my Don and said, "Wow what was that? Crazy, huh?" The saints reply, "I love you." I know - the best man ever.
So anyway, I lost it over some flowers. I gave men everywhere the excuse they need to call all of us insane. But, I also realized the love of my life is the most wonderful man in the world and I could never love anyone else the way I love him.
"Dear God,Thank you for creating Don - a man who loves me despite the person I am."
Amen. Hallelujah.
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When you said you were going to start blogging again..you meant it!! Way to go Kelly!
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