After the terrible mishap this morning, i.e. our bathroom ceiling crying big fat puddles of water which led to the creation of Lake Erie, I sat calmly on the living room floor, curling iron in hand. When to my surprise, my cellphone lit up. I set the curling iron down and peeked at the screen.
Tyler: Hey, I got the stuff for the orange julius's! Does Saturday work for you?
My mind went blank. Obviously I was still dreaming.
Rachael: You mean...you weren't just saying that? You weren't kidding?
Tyler: Of course I wasn't kidding, what time do you want to come over Saturday?
Rachael: Which ever time works best for you. You're the busy one, not me.
Tyler: I guess 6:30 would be good. Then after orange julius's we could just hang out and maybe play a game. :)
Rachael: Sounds great :)
Ladies & Gentlemen, (that is...if boys actually read this here blog. Highly doubtful.) I have a date with destiny on Saturday. He had passed the test. My ultimatum is now completely diminished.
*I had created an ultimatum where if he didn't text me at least once this week, I would try my hardest to move on. Which in reality would have never worked because he's just too gentlemanly to forget.
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