It’s an awful thing when the AC tells you, “I’m just sick and tired.” My first thought to ole AC is, “You know it’s hot as hell out those doors. Why you wanna get sick in the middle of the damn summer?” But it does, so the doctor comes in to do his work, to see if AC can be saved ’cause Totsy ain’t wanting to dig deep to replace AC. This is only our second summer together.
Of course, this is the little backdrop to what I have to get out to you today. In the midst of AC guy saving AC, my little beau friend comes to visit ’cause he’s in town on some business and stops by to see his Totsy. Honnnney, (shaking my head and clicking my tongue, y’all) as I think back on this now, you know like I do that heat and bitching don’t hardly make for a good combination. Why, oh why is it that I get so damn lucky to find these special men folk that have an affinity to bitching? And I have to self-reflect ’cause I know I ain’t all that all the time. But I can say that I had my new cut looking cute, showered and smelling like Ivory Soap and no bra on ’cause it’s hot and all. Remember, my AC went down on me. So, I’m looking halfway kinda cute even it I do need a pedicure. Anyhow (rolling my eyes and clicking again).
He comes in and whips us up a little meal. I’m down for that ’cause I can’t stand cooking. He’s well aware of that and I don’t do a bang up job at it anyway. Makes me wonder if I was ever wifely material in the first place. I’m just gonna be real about it. And it’s not so much that I’m set in my ways. I’m flexible as hell. See, I can see you one day and be okay with not laying eyes on you for the next day or two. I know men folk like a little freedom but I like mine too. I’m not talking about no you-can-do-her-if-I-can-do-him kinda shit. That’s too far out there for a southerner like myself, who caught on to a little piece of the Word when I woke up in church. Naw, none of that there.
Well, I’m down in the studio writing and he’s on the main floor cooking. I’m in a real good zone and I can’t tell you how many times he called me from upstairs. It really pissed me off, ya’ll ’cause if you know anything about me, I don’t like yelling. Bring your ass down and say what the hell you wanna say and walk it on back up, is the way we do it here. Or use the cell phone one. I lost my rhythm with all that TOTSY! every five damn minutes and then getting uptight ’cause I don’t answer at the drop of a dime. Just stays on his damn period. I just brought myself upstairs after he left to watch Good Times. Now, I do appreciate a good meal that’s been cooked for me, and it was good y’all, but it’s got my allergies all activated now.
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A man that cooks is a beautiful thang. Hope he knows how to get that AC rolling again too. Good luck to you, Totsymae!
Oh no, he was cooking, not repairing the AC. I had the AC guy doing that. But for now, only the AC on main floor works. The one upstairs isn’t working, which is where the bedrooms are. So, I’ll be on the sofa in the den, if not in my studio. Thanks.
Hey I’m with Annie. A man who cooks is a keeper, it would also help if he is funny, knows how to fix AC, appreciate you all the time, makes money, etc…. You get the picture
. Good luck!!!
I’m with the others — I love a man who cooks. Huge brownie points there. If he fixes thing around the house or can afford to pay someone who can, wonderful. Your guy just needed your attention and company upstairs. You’ll have to remind him about the creative process — hopefully, it won’t be too hard for him to appreciate since it takes some creativity to cook.
No, he doesn’t pay for anything. He complained about it being hot in the house, although I told him well in advance this was the problem. There was nothing I could do but use fans, which helped minimally, and wait for the AC guy to fix the AC. I was downstairs because of the heat myself. Even offered to buy food so he wouldn’t have to cook and use the stove. Oh well…
Totsy…LoLLLL…you teasing us again? I mean if he isn’t ‘your’ man, or the AC guy, and hollering up there, while you’re down (or in?) there, then just who is the ‘cookin’ dude your crunching on;-) oh man …lollll… I’m over here great screaming out loud!
This is a good one!
Girl, you’re funny. I may need to write a clarification to this post. I mean, he and I are together. It was my mistake really, to give a condensed version of this and perhaps I wasn’t clear. He’s not the AC guy, nor does he pay for anything in my household, besides when he wants to cook something he wants specifically. I didn’t like the complaining over something I had no control over, nor that he expected me to get this and that while he cooked when he usually hates me being in the kitchen when he cooks. I’m not a mind reader, as much as that would work to my advantage on so many levels.
I sense you kinda feel me on this end but maybe not, I don’t know. By the way, are you in the closet blogging?
I am with you on the seeing them today and go away until later in the week, and why does he come talk to me when I am writing? I wonder if maybe his glasses need a new prescription. I am ranting. Mine is handy with stuff like heaters, etc., but sometimes I have visions of just calling 411 Handyman because at least then I know he would be at my beck and call. Another amazing image, btw.
Brenda, that “not seeing them for a day or two” was something he trained me on. Although it could very well be days or weeks because he lives a couple of hours away and travels quite a bit. From what I’ve assessed, he’s no handy man but I can say he’s works hard, so there’s no question about that.
And how did you know he wore glasses?
I didn’t think the prescription was the problem but we’ll have to get that checked out. Glad you like the work. And I really liked your last post too. I really think it would make a great short story or novel, if you can stretch it.
smiles – as for my last post on my crazy family, I don’t have to stretch it. My kids and I did take the trip with Della in the back. It’s a good story and one that is in motion. So glad to have found you, enjoying your voice and artwork, a lot.