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.
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.
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