I’m baack!
I bet y’all thought I jumped off the blogging cliff. Rest assured, I did not. I know, I know. It’s been a hot minute since my last blog story. I promise it was all for good and exciting reasons. Reasons that I will share with y’all later.
If you’ve been reading my stories as long as I’ve been blogging about them, then you already know three things about me:
Thing 1- I can get distracted while I mind my own business.
Thing 2- I can get myself into situations that are totally not my fault.
Thing 3- It brings me great joy to pester Cowboy… great, great joy.
Last night as I was preparing myself for bed. Yes, I prepare myself for bed. Don’t you? Call me weird but I happen to think that a regimen is of utmost importance. And this chic has it down-
Hot bubble bath with my favorite smells.
Wash the face, exfoliate the face, apply serum to the face and moisturize the face…duh. It’s a process.
Brush and floss my pearly whites. Throw on some comfy cheetah print pj’s and viola! Off I go to dream about my Cowboyโฅโฅ
I Heard this the other day from one of my bff’s, Laura Michelle (who lives her best life everyday:
“God made this body,
Jesus died for it,
The Holy Spirit lives in it,
And I’m gonna take the best care of it that I can.”
That pretty much sums everything up, doesn’t it?
Why is it that guys are such simple creatures? They shower, shave and brush. That’s it. They’re done. Each night Cowboy is hopping into bed while I’m still in my exfoliating phase and snoring before I start slathering on my serums. What gives?! I’m gonna need to have a serious chat with Google to find an answer to that question.
Anyhoo, after I finished brushing and flossing, I realized that my sink wasn’t draining properly. I removed the stopper and saw a gob of perfectly highlighted hair that would not budge. I thought about waking Cowboy up but then decided that this was something I could handle on my own.
I grabbed a wire hanger from my closet, twisted the hook to make it smaller and down the drain it went. Easy peasy. I should have this fixed in a jiffy.
Umm, no. The darn hanger got stuck coming out. I twisted it, turned it, yanked it…nothing. I decided I should leave it alone so Cowboy could fix it since it was probably his fault it happened anyway.
As I walked into the bedroom, I heard snoring. Just to make doubly sure that he was sleeping I creeped over to his side of the bed and stared at him really close.
COWBOY: (Lazily opening one eye) What are you doing?
ME: Seeing if you’re awake.
COWBOY: I wasn’t awake. I could feel you staring at me.
ME: Well since you ARE awake, I need to tell you that I have a situation.
COWBOY: Where?
ME: In the bathroom.
COWBOY: Can it wait until tomorrow?
ME: Yes.
Cowboy closes his eyes again but I continue to stare at him.
COWBOY: (Opening his other eye) Why are you still staring at me?
ME: Okay, don’t get mad but remember when you told me not to put things down the drain to unclog my hair?
COWBOY: Let me guess, you didn’t listen?
ME: Nope.
COWBOY: It never ends with you.
ME: Nope.
’til next Sunday y’all- ๐๐ธ, ๐ฃ๐ช๐ถ๐ถ๐ โฅ
