I asked him his name as I was filling out his Apprenticeship forms. All I could hear was "Yummy".. (while admiring his teeth) and I said Yummy what?...jeez Joan get real here girl....stop your dreaming. He said no, my name is Angel. And my last name is Man. It was meant to be right then and there. Finally my dream man walked into the shop. Before I took off all my clothing, which consisted of a undershirt, a hoody sweatshirt, old lady jeans, full sized panties, my twenty year old bra, and thermal socks... I read his information on his application and apparently he is "taken." He lives in sin. Common in Law. So, I slowly put my undershirt, hoody, old lady jeans, panties, bra and socks back on. Son of a bitch...a girl can't even dream these days. I must have missed something, when he told me his name. Oh, I know what it was now, it was Christian. Man....it was so close to a heavenly name... so obviously I made an error. So, I broke up with him. We are so over. I think we can be friends. Maybe on facebook...not.
Ahh, just another guy to piss me off at work. Not Angel Man.
Grace in small things:
..When your doggy wants to snuggle in the middle of the night and licks your hands ever so gently and you fall in a deep sleep.
..A lady bug I found in my kitchen today. I said Ladybug you should be sleeping, it's winter, so I squished her...okay, I didn't, I put her high up on a shelf so I didn't have to deal with the rest of her polka dot life. I have enough other shit to worry about.
..Roofs...ummm..because they cover the house. I'm getting a little short in the Grace department. Check with me tomorrow.