When the cat is away, the mice will play.
Isn't that what they say?
Or if the cat is real sick, the mice will play too?
Mister Lovee has been majorly under the weather.
And, I have been a really good nurse, if I do say so myself.
Ahem.
:)
For some reason I do caretaker good these days.
I am not sure why or how this came to be?
I was a horrid, rotten self centered child, so who knows?
Love does it, perhaps?
Anyhow...
There I was, tra-la-la-ing around.
Minding my own business.
Keeping myself entertained whilst Lovee suffered a beautiful weekend in bed.
Picking roses, cooking, baking, collecting mint leaves for a hug pot of hot tea.
Painting, stringing pearls, playing with pups.
And then, it hit me.
That old 1957 Ford truck in the yard!?
The one Mister Lovee used to drive ages ago.
That should...
Possibly maybe...
Perchance?
BE MINE!
Imagine?
Cotton candy pink, or muted light teal with pink cabbage roses painted on the doors?
Me...
At the wheel...
Bashing around, to and fro.
Imagine?
Going here and there in my pink or teal truck?
Oh ya.
I can feel it.
So, I took a proper opportunity, you know...
Sort of like when I was a kid, and my dad and his brothers would be outside listening to oldies and drinking beer, and I would be like, hey dad, can I have some money?
And he would give me everything in his wallet, cuz he was too beer happy to know better ;)
Sometimes it was quite a lot of dough for a kid.
So, as Mister Lovee lay coughing and sneezing up a storm...
I proposed, you know -
That...
Maybe...
The truck should be painted all cute, and given to me?
Being such a good nurse and all.
Ha.
With sick eyes closed, he eeked out a tinge of a smile and nodded yes.
YES!
(insert evil grin, bwahahaha!)
I better start saving my pennies, so I can restore my new truck.
Hehehe.
I wonder if he will still say yes when he feels better?
I know how to drive stick.
Kinda Sorta.
Once, well, more than once...
My parents went on a business trip, and left us with a nanny/housekeeper, and I took my dad's big red monster truck out joy riding.
I was about 15 or 16.
I had two best friends growing up, they were boys.
Aaron and Hector.
We did everything together.
We spent every waking moment of our summers up to pure mischief.
So, one day when the parental units were away, Aaron came over, and I had a grand plan to take the monster truck out.
I could hardly get in, it was so tall.
It was a dull tomato red, horrid thing.
And, what I didn't know at the time, was that it wasn't working.
So, I went hunting for the keys in my dad's drawers, and off we went.
Me and Aaron in the big red truck.
5 feet of me, perhaps less at the time, driving this thing.
Gargantuan gear shift, clutch and all.
As we got down the road, I noticed that the steering wheel pulled really hard to the left.
And...
Get this.
Every time it pulled to the left, the steering wheel would let out a HUGE HONK!
I mean huge.
So, there we were on a bumpy dirt road, laughing, getting only stations playing Spanish polka on the radio, and the steering wheel honking every 8 seconds.
Bonk, BONK.
Us laughing so hard.
Me freaking out and laughing and trying to shift.
Trying to get the darned thing back home.
If I could handle that, I can handle this '57 Ford.
I think I will need some backing to get Mister Lovee to say yes when not ill.
You think I should have it, don't you?
:)
Let's remind him why it is, that I should have a perfectly lovely cotton candy truck.
Shall we??
Remind me to tell you about the time I snuck out the window, and took my mom's boat size white Lincoln town car (with a faux convertible top, remember those crazy things?) joy riding.
It was like steering a ship.
My parents were pretty strict, so I was always grounded.
But now, time to convince Lovee to hand over the keys!
Help me out, won'tcha?
(I wonder if I could pull my gypsy wagon around with me?)
Love, V
ps: My dad just called and I reminded him of the truck thing.
Honking horn, etc.
We had quite a laugh.
pss: Now I can't get this out of my head.
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