My Lucky Day

So, it's 5:30ish, and I'm blasting around the kitchen making corn muffins to go with the BBQ chicken legs for dinner. I am expecting to hear (by phone) from Stud Muffin at any time telling me he's on his way home from work.

The dry-wallers have come and gone to add (yet) another layer of mud to the wall cracks, the laundry has been brought in from the line, and the dogs have been fed and run around outside. Nick has caught a vole or something and had barked at it (and thrown it around) until it chose to die.

Suddenly, the dogs start whining and barking and running from window to window. Studly home without calling? No. Neighbor dogs trotting up the drive? No.

Oh, sh*t! Maybe it's the UPS man with my Amazon order!!!

Photo by kroo2u.

Now, normally, this wouldn't be a problem. In fact, I would be running down the drive flapping my apron at the guy until he stops and hands out a package for moi.

But today, after a long day of weeding and errand running, I am not fit to be seen by Mr. UPS. You see, I'm coloring my hair, wearing an old button down shirt of Studly's, underpants, and flip-flops! I have goo in my hair, my butt is hanging out under the shirt, showing the world my tidy-whities, and now I think someone is coming up the drive!!

Photo by khaybe.

But, today is my lucky day, because there was no UPS man or anyone else arriving at my door! Instead, the dogs were barking at birds, or bugs, or trying to distract me so they could steal the corn muffins.

Whew!!