Crickets

What does one say when all is going well?

When the red wine stains come out of the carpet almost immediately, thanks to a heavy dose of Resolve* and some pretty serious 30-something muscle.

When your skin is clear. Because you finally Googled your damn self some version of a Boolean search that led to some effective skin care, courtesy of Dove Sensitive Skin something or other.**

And Mom is purportedly talking to you for the next three minutes, the work bigs invite you to join a promising business trip, a certain reliable and often drunken blogger agrees to watch your kids and your underwear drawer during said professional commitment, and you have a job and your parents are living and your bras still fit and your cats religiously prefer the litter box to your bedsheets.

Things are ridiculously ok.

And CNB with Dog asks you out on a date. You pick an outfit. You ensure that you floss for two days prior because Sweet Jesus it will be so beautiful to be kissed softly and anxiously again someday. He is temporarily sidelined by a sore throat and lost voice which are confirmed by a visit, an invited dropoff of an "Early Winter Illness Survival Kit" that you scrambled to put together before sunset, one filled with ridiculously salty chicken noodle soup and stupid glee, not to mention the anticipation you haven't felt since your days as a 13 year old who ne'er been dated.

I swear to God and Oprah that I will read everything in the latter's book club - the Bible is just so looooooong - should things continue to coast.

I am very much enjoying the ride.


*This is not a product pimping blog, commercial people.

** Ditto to the above; however, free samples of the gorgeosity will not be turned down as my 10th grade Christmas dance date was.