I actually cracked the birthday mystery of what Mr B was getting me for my bday about a week ago. "Oh my God! You bought me a new clothes dryer!!!" And before I had even finished the sentence, there was a roaring, shrieking, demonic Hebrew voice in my head hyperventilating "Red-rum! Red-rum! Red-rum!" And Mr B actually backed away from me while never letting his eyes leave my face. I was so scary that even Jack Nicholson in his Shining hey-day would have run away from me. And I'm gonna confess: I was murder personified. So today when I got Mr B's email asking me to get home asap to wait on the installation guys-I deleted his email and didn't respond. When I opened his bday card and read the little poem about the washing machine and dryer-I chewed a hole in my left cheek. Because it's the thought that counts, right? Yeah.....right.
So as we sat at our fav pizza spot-I had resigned myself to being a good sport. I had finally made my peace with the f@#! dryer when a little heart shaped box was pushed across the table. And yes-you guessed it!-my hand is now officially dripping in diamonds. I can barely pick it up to type this posting it's so heavy. Although I have never been a diamond-diva kinda girl, I guess it's never too late to join their ranks. So I will probably be annoying all my pals with my random (and unnecessary) hand flapping this week. So feel free to flap your hand back at me since I am officially rejoicing that I will be stuffing my usual 9 loads of laundry into my ancient dryer this weekend while wearing my diamonds. And somehow that does make laundry seem a little lovelier...who knew?!?
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