Ok, so the day started out a little hectic. I don't know why I always decide to cook enough food for a famished army in one fell swoop. I mean...four stuffed peppers is enough to feed me for two days (if that's all I ate), but of course I thawed out too much meat, and decided that my poor man's version of beef stew sounded mighty good. Anyone want to come over? Ha. It'll be fun! Plus, no one has died from my cooking yet (or been hospitalized for extended periods), so I think that's a pretty good sign as to my prowess in the kitchen.
Ok...anyway...I'm cooking up a storm, right? Stuffing the peppers with goop all over my fingers...and then the phone rings. I nearly break my neck in half because my wonderful dog set up shop between my feet (which, I've gotta give her credit, is fantastic strategy on her part). Just when I'm about to get the phone...the door bell rings. And in my graceful effort to get to the phone, I managed to stomp on a runaway creamer (think the flavored ones they have at the gas station), and that SOB squirted all over the place. So now, I have creamer all over the floor and a dog that's licking it up (is that poisonous?), a broken neck, goopy fingers, and portions of stuffed pepper insides in my hair and all over the place.
And the door bell is still ringing.
It can't possibly be for me, right? I'm not normally home at this time...and since when do I have surprise visitors?
"Who is it?"
::no answer::
"Hello? Who's there?"
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
Argh, Ok, I get the point. I'm letting you in. One quick check in the mirror first (hey, this could be the secret admirer I've been hoping for), and yup, I looked exactly as disheveled as I had imagined. Kinda like Pig Pen in Charlie Brown. lol. Sorry Secret Admirer...maybe next time.
I open the door at the precise moment a package comes flying at my face.
...Guess it's the mailman.
It's not my birthday. It's not Christmas, and the return address isn't from anyone that's related to me by blood. Hmmmmm....Interesting. What could my fraternity brother be sending me?
The best Groundhog's Day Present EVER - that's what.
I tear it open like a kid on Christmas. Brown paper wrapping flying all over the room, a few swear words tossed gingerly in the direction of the packaging tape my fingernails were unable to dominate (until about the third try), and then? paydirt.
or cookies...and a blanket...and a poem.
And yes, he's straight ;) Ha.
It was a pick-me-up gift. He wanted to make sure I was OK.
He's known me long enough to know that:
- I eat my feetings (so those cookies will be perfect!)...and there are probably five different kinds. I mean, this goes far beyond your regular chocolate chip (although those were included)...I mean Oatmeal, White Chocolate and Craisens?!? Ha...good thing I'm training for a marathon...so calories don't count ;)
- I love my dog (so the blanket is perfect for snuggle time)
- And I have a thing for rhymes and puns (just watch this story: http://kaaltv.com/article/stories/S1862891.shtml?cat=0 ..and you'll know what I mean)...so the poem tickled my funny bone.
It was the PERFECT Groundhog's Day Surprise, and EXACTLY what the doctor ordered after the last few days, weeks, months...whatever ;)
Mike - Thank you. Thank you for reaching out, for taking care of me, and for being the best Rent-a-Date in Michigan :) After everything that happened in the fraternity, and the epic divide that took place in a critical moment in my life, you've always stood by my side. Our friendship has never faltered, and that means more to me than you know. Thank you for being there, for being worried, for caring...and for the non-rhyming offer on Page 2 (no, it's not sexual...mind out of the gutter folks)
You're one of the few people I make sure to make time for when I'm back in the mitten...and this little package today let's me know that I haven't been wrong for doing that ;)
Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.
For bringing a smile to my face, and for my groundhog's day surprise :)
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