(Keep in mind its late and I’ve just come from baking 160 cookies for Parent Observation Night at the studio.)
Health Insurance: The Wedding Date works for the state. He has good health insurance. I work for myself. I do not. My current plan is simply “Don’t get sick.”
Water Pressure: The Wedding Date has an amazing shower. Because he’s a neat freak, it’s always clean and the water pressure is to die for. Seriously. I could spend hours in his shower.
Vacuuming: The Wedding Date actually enjoys vacuuming. He says it makes him feel zen. I have tried to cultivate a zen attitude while vacuuming on numerous occasions but now that I can’t vacuum in the nude, it’s not nearly as fun as it used to be. (Who am I kidding? Vacuuming is never fun. I hate it with a passion.)
My Grandmother: I had breakfast with my grandmother in her new downstairs apartment yesterday and you know what? I was kind of fun. Then I decided to relieve my mother of her “morning walk” duties for the day and invited my grandmother to walk to the bank with me to deposit my paycheck. Then I took her to the Dollar Store and the supermarket to load up on cookies dough and lemonade for Parent Observation Night. I then proceeded to bake cookies.
Do you have any idea how difficult it is to bake cookies in front of an 81 year woman who has Alzheimer’s? Well, let me tell you: it’s practically Herculean.
I don’t know what it is but there is something about Alzheimer’s that makes old folks obsessed with cookies. And I’m not just basing this off of my grandmother. My mom got this DVD about Alzheimer’s from the library that was supposed to teach us all coping strategies and what not but the only thing I learned was that people with Alzheimer’s love cookies.
Despite the fact that my grandmother has assembled a small warehouse of baked goods, I had to tell her again and again and again that these cookies were for work and that she already had several boxes of cookies in her pantry, including the box she’d just bought twenty minutes ago. But she wouldn’t take “no” for an answer.
And she kept asking.
I finally caved and gave her two but she still wouldn’t leave me alone.
By time I finished, I was ready to explode.
Instead, I texted my boss to check that we had everything in order for Parent Observation night and told her I’d probably be getting to the studio four or five hours early from now on, just to get out of the house.
“Tell The Wedding Date to put a ring on it.”
Well, despite my love of a good shower and the promise of health insurance, I know that neither of us is ready to take that step. But I’m heading straight to his place after the conclusion of my second Online Dating 101 workshop tonight and I couldn’t be more excited.