WOULD LIFE BE EASIER IF I WERE MARRIED?

So, I was in Dairy Queen ordering dinner for Nella and me. The assistant manager waited on us and when she handed me the drinks I noticed her wedding ring. I couldn't help but think that she must have a few less worries than me. For one, there are TWO incomes in her household!

Hell, it occured to me that I'd probably be nowhere near as tired as I am attempting this drive to Atlanta if I had a partner helping out. The sunburn I got while working (helping!) on the car turned into a tan. After the hours in the hot sun today; I'm now a black person! Seeing her wedding ring made me flash back to that point in the day when we were on the side of I-20 ~ the car over-heating ~ I have the hood up and Nella screeching every time a semi blows by and shakes the car; having a husband probably would have come in handy right then!

And, let's not forget that sticky moment ~ THE day that Donnella asks about her dad! Maybe I'm just that much of a fucking coward, but doesn't it seem like it'd be less of a blow if she had a "dad" anyway?

Of course, it's easier said than done, isn't it? I am always so wrapped up in writing or working that meeting someone seems impossible. Like an old roommate used to remind me ~ boyfriends don't just arrive on my doorstep!

*knock-knock* "Eh, hello Spooky! My name is blah-blah, this is who I am and this is what I'm about. Now, seeing how you never leave your house and therefore have no chance to actually meet me like a normal person, I'm here to make sure you don't screw this up and that we end up having lots of sex and babies."

No, there's no money fairy and no husband fairy ,either. Though, there are fairy husbands, but that's a whole other post!

Anyway, every time my mind goes down this road ~ like with the one cook I worked with at the restaurant. She's got a head shaped like Mrs. Potato-head (bigger on the bottom than on top!) these small beady eyes that are perfectly round and always open wide, and tiny jagged teeth. Who wants to join me in group shock because this woman is MARRIED?! I know it's all about what's on the inside that counts! But, she's also kinda weird and not very bright. While I REALLY don't see it, I've been called beautiful more times than I can count! Once, my uncle Philip told someone I was a former Ms. Louisiana (before all this weight!) and the guy BELIEVED IT! I'm also funny and smart and clever.

So, where's MY Mr. Potato-head?!

*sigh* I probably just have heat stroke and will go back to loving my freedom tomorrow! Or, maybe it's just the sex. Damnit, I need to get laid!