when life doesn't suck...

so we have had a troublesome relationship with a rodent as of late.

my friendly exterminator took pity {and some cash}, and abruptly ended the rodent relations.

i am being quite vulnerable to confess we had a rat...yep.
please don't judge...i keep a very clean home.

 

i remember back to my dating days and that feeling when you have broken ties with "crazy" and cannot believe he behaved so maturely just to return home from a day at work to

find he left 73 messages on my answering machine.

{i am professing my age...yep.  no cell phone-texting-voice mail}

 

that's how the rodent relationship seems to be working out here at cabrillo.
exterminator came-scampering in the attic over my bed at night gone.  relationship over. until...

i tried to use the central vacuum {total genius invention-google if you are confused}.

it didn't work in part of our home-the bedroom part of our home. 

 

so i call my friend raul and he makes a date to come checkout my vacuum.

i sheepishly explain the rodent relations i have been having.

says it happens all the time-rats like to nibble wires..  thanks raul for not judging. 

he ascends in to the attic.
 sweet broken husband returns from a walk.

i strongly instruct him to stay out of our bedroom as there is a repairman in there.

i return to the kitchen to my christmas'ing but hear sweet broken's booming voice coming from our bedroom.

i scamper back there as quick as a rat and hand signal to him to come to me.

he does and i explain he needs to stop chatting it up with raul.
you see, the problem with all his friendliness is raul assumes peter understands but often he doesn't.

he parks himself in the chair in our family room like a 3 year old in a timeout.
{i feel guilty for scolding him}

 

i return to my christmas'ing.

my cell phone rings.

"hello, crees?"

"yes?!"  i recognize the number as raul's.

"i am stuck in your attic.  your husband took my ladder"

holy shit! {that's in my uncensored head...}

"oh, raul, i am so, so sorry.  i will be right there."

 

what was sweet broken possibly thinking?

i have no idea.

 

dear raul.

thanks for fixing the one thing i truly want to suck in my life.

 you're the man & i appreciate your patience with sweet broken.

signed-
crees
 

{and i am all about the photo op, but just thought asking raul to smile while his feet hung out of my attic was too-TOO much.