I am a giant freaking dork.
I am in the midst of packing, the baby is in bed and Dustin is off helping a friend tonight. I am trying to multitask so I’m searching for the perfect outfit for Amelia to wear to her Aunt Lindsey’s Engagement Party next week, calling around to stores to find a gift I’m searching for and packing/cleaning/organizing and throwing out food that expired 6 years ago, yes, 6 years ago.
I am just banging stuff around in the kitchen; dancing and singing
“baby your all that I want, when you’re lying here in my arms I’m finding it hard to believe we’re in heaven”
when I suddenly hear a man’s voice, it’s not Dustin…who is this man talking to me? I snap back to reality and realize that I was still on hold with the store I was calling. It had just been so long since I had been placed on hold that I had completely forgotten I had my cell on speakerphone.
I sure do hope he likes Bryan Adams.
At least he couldn’t see me dancing.
