How I Lost a Dream and a Dental Visit

I could start out by saying Happy Valentine’s Day. But I won’t. What I will say is that it is very difficult to smoke a cigarette when your mouth is jacked up with Novocain. I almost set myself on fire in the truck. Yes, folks…I have an addiction.

On a more light-hearted note, I thought (since it is Valentine’s Day and all) I would share the story of how Doug and I met and he crushed my dreams. For those of you that already know this. Shut up and don’t ruin it for the rest of them. So…where was I? Oh yes, once upon a time there lived…me.

I was 18 years old and only interested in two things…getting into the military and men. Period. It was during one of those visits to a man at his workplace that I accidentally backed into the car of my then future husband and love of my life. But that day, we merely exchanged information and he was clearly annoyed at the teary-eyed dip-stick gorgeous young lady that had just “wrecked” his beautiful LTD.

(Editors note: it was not wrecked and in my defense, he wasn’t really parked in a parking spot, but he will tell you that it was private property and he could park wherever he wanted to. Clearly, this is still a point of contention and we will probably have something about engraved on our headstones; something along the lines of “Here Lies Someone Who Can’t Park” & “Here Lies Someone Who Can’t Use a Rear-View Mirror”).

ANYWHO…I put his information into my wallet and never did anything with it.

Seven years down the road, there I was living the good single life, well on my way to living out my dreams of being the eighty-year old cat lady (but I didn't have a cat), and living in the house in “Practical Magic”. It was GRAND!! I could run around my apartment naked, clean when I wanted (which was all the time) and pee with the door wide open (actually I still do all of that). Hhmm... But then he had to show up and crush my dreams.

I forgive him now, because deep down, although those were my dreams, I have new ones. Dreams that include him…and they are wonderful. I’m just wondering if I can get him to jump off the roof with an umbrella. I’m rambling…sorry…So we met again through some mutual friends. I was terrified the first time I saw him again. But it wasn’t long before I was back to myself and givin’ him hell. Hey…that’s what I do.

I will say it now, and I have probably said it a BAJILLION times before…I love that man. With my heart and soul and consider myself quite fortunate to have run into him again and gotten the chance to know him. My only wish is that I can make him as completely happy as he makes me…even if he does snore.

(Editor's final note: The LTD wasn't THAT beautiful).

Love you Honey!