All day today I've had the peculiar feeling that this date was an important one. I reviewed my mental list of friend's birthdays, anniversaries and even wondered if there was something I "must see" on tv tonight.
Then, it hit me this morning as I sat down at my desk, (already bored off my ever-expanding ass): Today is my dating anniversary with Harry!
We've been together four years shy of a decade.
It feels longer.
But in a good way - of course.
For example: I was parked on Main Street in Barboursville last night and was leaving. Merging into the flow of traffic, I flipped on my turn signal to make a right on to Central Avenue.
It began ticking like a bomb - fast and furious.
My tail light was out.
"Mother f'r." I thought to myself as I stared at my crazy flashing green arrow that was winking at me from my dash. Mocking me and my non-ability to let other motorists know my turning intentions!
Pretty odd coincidence that my turn signal stops working the week after Harry self-installed new clear taillights on my vehicle, dont'chathink?
At this point - I'm tired, covered in paint (long story) and pissed all the hell off.
Hopping out of my Escape, I turn on my emergency blinkers and walk to the back.
Sure enough - It's not working.
I can't even hurt Harry at this point - he's in Morefield, WV (Where is that? Hellifino.) so I have to fix it myself.
I took a page out my Daddy Dearest's book and, well, I hit it.
I believe this is the proper method according to "Advance Auto's Guide to Car Repair."
If not - it should be - cuz it totally worked!
I laughed as the little yellow light sprang to life and started blinking in synch with its twin.
I called Harry on his cell: "You were sooo almost in trouble!"