THE YEAR OF LOVE

"It's the Year of Love, Murray!" This is what Christy announced, exuberantly, to me yesterday.

You'll excuse me if I'm a bit cynical about it all.

"Really?" I replied with, I must admit, a sort of eye roll kind of thing happening.

"Yep! It's the year of love. I'm going to fall in love with someone. We're all going to fall in love! I want to fall in love hard and loud!"

"Uh-huh ..." I mumbled.

And pardon the next phrase, but I think it's important to accurately quote Christy because it is vintage Christy, and, plus, it's just too darn funny.

"Hell! I'm going to fall in love with myself! IT'S THE YEAR OF LOVE!"

Honestly, I want to believe Christy, but I'm still feeling a bit burned ... it seems like a lot of work, and I'm not up for the work.

Whatever happened to the boyfriend fairy? You know the one ... she dropped awesome boyfriends in your lap with a *pouffe* of her magic wand. Where'd the boyfriend fairy go?

Crap! If there is no boyfriend fairy, this means I may ACTUALLY have to get up off my butt and look for one ... seeing as this is the year of love and all.

CRAP!!!!

Comments

Megan said…
I'm embracing the curves, baby. I'm embracing the curves!
Anonymous said…
Have you checked under the garage door? The fairy could be under there with the frog prince you decapitated.

Dickey
Megan said…
If I had a garage door, that might be an option. :) Unless, we're talking about the garage door back in Michigan, and then that might explain some things! :)

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