Thankfully, the spontaneity of a friend turned the day around and, although I am SURE the not very smiley lady at the nail salon was talking about me AND some lady was mesmerized by my spa partner's tattoos, my nails looked absolutely fabulous as I cleaned the bathroom Friday night.
So, today, thank you for the sponataneity of friends. It really can perk up the day.
As I watched my friend prep for a first date tonight and excitedly text back and forth with the prospective future husband, I also gave thanks that I will - God/Universe willing - have no more first dates. Anyone who says they enjoy the anticipation and excitment of first dates is insane. I'm pretty sure that all my stomach trouble started over dating - all that dread building up in my poor little body. I'd rather repeat my Tuesday test than have another first date.
On another note, I am also thankful for butter. Butter is simply delicious and I am so very grateful that my 80 year old man stomach loves it too. It is right up there with Coke slurpees. And, if I continue to eat butter like it is the candy of the Gods, it is probably a good thing I will have no more first dates.
As for the paramedic, I give thanks that he really does treat me like a princess most of the time eventhough he has seemingly had some sort of episode which has disabled him from making a sandwich or doing laundry. I am also not sure why he seems unaware that princesses get some sort of token of gratitude every week... don't they?I am thankful for him today - as I am everyday - even though he brushed off the alarming bruise I have on my hand from my IV earlier this week. And why did he have to laugh at me when I said "owie, owie, owie" when he touched it? He didn't even give me a lollipop.
