Welcome to The Confessional. I have to admit that I have a crush on my neighbor. Well, it is my neighbor’s house guest to be exact.
“Cabana Boy”, as my friends have so appropriately named him, will see all sides of me living in such close proximity.
He already knows I wear pajamas a good deal of my waking hours. It is by choice—not that I am lazy or anything. Comfort is the name of the game.
He probably hears me talking all day but I am not crazy or at least that kind of crazy. I work from a home office or I may be practicing character voices for an audio book recording. PS: I love to talk and eventually will be paid by the hour to do so!
I hope the vacuum, the dryer or the blender at 11pm doesn’t bother him because I cook and clean when the mood strikes me. You have to love my creativity—and cute aprons! Just in case your mind goes there, I am not wearing a French maid outfit when performing said activities.
Yes, you can borrow my ironing board but why not just come inside? I was just using it—in my bedroom. This puts new meaning to the phrase “Strike while the iron is hot”. I’ll let you wonder if this really happened or not. 🙂 There is nothing sexier than watching a man iron. Wait, it would sexier if he were ironing my clothes!
English is not his first language. Thank goodness he doesn’t always understand my nervous girly girl chatter.
Cabana Boy will be here until December when either I will be relieved to see him go or broken hearted and sad upon his departure. My romantic goofiness has a limited time window.
I smiled all day when he said, “Ello, I wuz jest tinking about youz.”
It’s the little things….I wish you a good dose of tingly all over.
From the heart,
Art courtesy of redriverpak.com