Thank you all so much for your great comments and heartfelt messages of congratulations. So many of you went with me on that unexpected detour my life took and were nothing but supportive throughout the whole crazy trip.
I thank you from the bottom of my heart and hope you will hold on to the Hail Mary strap located just above your heads as I gladly careen into this next exciting phase of my life.
I am writing to you from Brian's house right now. We are leaving for a trip to Colorado tomorrow, so I came here so as not to face the Los Angeles traffic in the morning. B is still at work.
It is a good thing the man has pledged his undying love for me because I am currently sitting here, surrounded by his FOUR remotes, trying desperately to get the TV to work.
It's not like he has not shown me how to maneuver in this wasteland of electric totems before, but there is a stubborn streak within me that closes off my ear canals when presented with this kind of information.
Bossy Betty hereby declares that believes everyone in America should be limited to one remote per television. Make it so, my people.
Anyway, I have been waving my arms, punching buttons, reading mysterious and perhaps slightly threatening messages on the screen of his giant TV for about thirty minutes now.
I think I may have accidentally subscribed to several channels, including a Brazilian cooking/porn channel.
B will be home soon and I will confess all my sins and probably have a satisfying fifteen to twenty minute rant about technology and remotes and I know he will smile and nod and then kiss me full on the lips, lowering my volume and making me forget everything else.
Ah, it is good to be loved completely for who I am.
It truly is.