If your life were a movie, who would be the best person to play you, not the you that you want to be but the person or character most like you that would capture your essence? This was a question that came up recently in our family.
I was actually surprised when the name Courtney Cox came out of my mouth so easily without hardly a thought. Remember, I am the person who takes 4 years to choose a paint color, and I still end up being unhappy with it. She plays Monica so well. I am convinced there is a little of herself in that character. I have a lot of Monica in me. I’m bossy. And I like things done my way. I know…I have issues.
Point in case. We got a new dishwasher today, and we forgot the installer would need to get in our cabinet. The cabinet with all of our clean pots and pans. I walked into the kitchen to find a total stranger with his hands all over our clean pots and pans while crawling all over them. There was nothing left to do but as soon as that man walked out of our house we began the long process of washing every single piece that was in that very long cabinet under the sink. It had to be done. Who knew where his hands had been before he touched all of my clean pots and pans. Ewwwww!!!!! OK, I realize this may not be an issue with everyone else, but it is with me. At least we had a brand new dishwasher to get the job done.
So, our last load has just finished washing when my husband comes home from work. I think to myself that I am not going to open the dishwasher until he goes to take a shower, so he won’t have to resist touching them with his dirty work self. But bless his little heart, he wants to open the dishwasher to see how it works. After 10 minutes I’ve convinced him that it’s a very bad idea. He should know this already. He lives with me ever day. But no.
Me: Are you new here????? Do we need to go through orientation all over again????? (Can’t you just hear her saying that???)
Now this is the part where I am sure that most men would walk out and say, “It’s been nice. See ya’ later, you crazy freak show!”
Him: (chuckles) You’re so cute.
Well, it must be true. Love really is blind. He can look at me in all my sickness, and say, “You’re so cute.”
It’s nice to know that I am not the only one who has embraced my inner Monica.
~T
Aren’t men funny? The other morning, I had just woke up, my hair was every which direction, and I’m sure I looked pretty goofy, and my husband remarked that I looked pretty. All those years in front of the mirror fussing with my hair and makeup- what a waste of time. Love is blind, and that’s a good thing.
Suzanne
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I never cease to be amazed at the way a man loves a woman, Suzanne. It really is a beautiful thing!