V-day 2010

Wrinkled clothes in most every room in the house, with more laundry to attend to. Latest sewing project turned my fingertips into a pincushion. Spent 1 hour washing dishes last night before my weekend job had me up at 4:30am on a Sunday morning. Came home to pink batter splattered over the clean dishes left to dry on the counter. And living room table covered in roses, candles, framed pictures, and heart-shaped cake not quite cooled enough to be iced greeting me as I arrived home from the hour commute from said weekend job. He gave me a diamond ring. Smallest piece of jewelry I've ever received. And today I've experienced more happiness than I have ever dared want for myself. Also have more to lose than I ever dreamed of. I need to believe I deserve this love. I need to believe I am good enough. And thank God that I found him.

Durty Sturdy

I think I've mentioned my proclivities for feeling shamed at the grocery store before, namely when I'm buying cucumbers b/c I think people will believe I'm going through these issues, but today I can safely say that I just bested myself. For completely innocent reasons my grocery cart bore the following on my receipt:

• 2 cans shaving cream (one for male, one for female)
• Ms. Butterworth's syrup
• vaseline
• ear plugs
• seam ripper
• Drano
• 20 pack of beer

Good thing I forgot the butter and nipple clamps. ;-)