Sunday, April 18, 2010

Sunday the day of rest...

Sunday feels like the end of the week. To me it resembles a day off. Unless it requires me for it's life and health I don't do it which means I feed/water all the animals and kids, go to church and now the added chore of milking the goat (only one has given birth).

I don't do dishes (well I have to wash the milk pails, jars and strainer), I don't do laundry (except for the rags used in the barn with the goats), I don't pick up toys (except those dragged down to the barn by my 2yr old during evening milking) and I sleep in (I hit the snooze button 3 times instead of 2).

Sunday is a day I look forward to. Sunday is a day I wish most to have someone around. Someone to share a wonderful super or day lounging by a creek fishing or eating lunch out after church. Someone to whistle when I strip out of my thigh highs, garter belt and heels to put on my jeans and socks and boots... *sigh*

He hasn't asked me out again yet. Yet. I haven't even check eHarmony in over a week. I swear I'm completely hopeless. I need a little icon with rolling eyes, that's me right now, rolling my eyes at my own pathetic self. Blah.

1 comment:

  1. If it makes you feel any better, after spending over two hours answering E-harmony's questions, I was told by their computer "Unable to match you at this time" In other words, I was rejected by the website. It's bad enough being single, but being told by a faceless machine that you are "unmatchable" That was a dark night of soul for me.