Magical Monday 33
It was one of those days.
The second Lori shut her garage door, she slid down the wall, exhaustion draping over her. Tears pricked her eyes, her throat hot and raw. She shut her eyes and took a ragged breath.
When her cell phone jauntily rang, she considered slamming it into her tile front hall, over and over again until a million screws and metallic bits exploded like confetti. But then she’d have to pick it up. And she didn’t want to do that. Wearily, she punched a button and held the phone to her ear. “Hi.”
“What’s wrong?” He always knew what was wrong.
Her breath caught in her throat, a single tear cascading to her chin. “First, I woke up too late. When I got to the gym, my favorite aerobic class had been canceled. I forgot my make up and blowdryer and had to stop at the gas station for mascara and cheap powder before I went to work with frizzy hair and wrinkled clothes. Then, a car hit mine during lunch, which gave me the worst gas and stomach pains in the world. I threw up in the ladies room and my manager saw, which was totally embarrassing. And then, if that wasn’t enough, my manager’s manager told me they’re having layoffs next week. I forgot to go to the grocery store to pick up dinner. And of course, I got pulled over on the way home and given a ticket for running a stop sign.”
“Which stop sign?”
“The one on Mustang Bend!”
“But that stop sign has been gone for four years. And all the houses were demolished in that tornado.”
“Apparently, I have to stop for an empty street and metal pole.” Another tear joined it’s friend, pooling at the bottom of her cheek. “I just want to eat a carton of ice cream and go to bed.”
He was silent for a moment. “I’m sorry, honey. Don’t worry about dinner. I’ll bring something home. See you in thirty.”
“Love you.” She hung up the phone, not bothering to hear his reply. Dragging herself to her room, she tore off her wrinkled clothes and burst into tears when she saw the ketchup stain on her dryclean only blouse. Sobbing, she ran the hottest water she could stand for a bath.
When she stumbled downstairs, she burst into tears for a second time that day. But this time, she was smiling.
On the kitchen table sat a box of fried chicken and a large container of golden macaroni and cheese, with containers of potato salad, creamed corn and a torn bag revealing buttered rolls, steam swirling from the paper. In the center, a dozen pink roses beamed at her.
“I’m sorry you had a bad day, honey.”
She turned, pressing her lips to his. Wiping her damp cheeks, she lay her head against his chest. “It’s perfect,” she sighed. “A perfect end to a horrific day.”
She had always been a sucker for fried chicken and flowers.
Stay tuned, Invisible Friends! We have a confession from the Blond Duck tomorrow! Stay tuned!
March 28th, 2011 at 3:04 am
Hehe I’m also a sucker for fried chicken and flowers!
March 28th, 2011 at 3:15 am
a box of fried chicken with all the goodies sounds good with lovely pink roses as a bonus
March 28th, 2011 at 3:17 am
I’m as big a sucker as Lori is! Fried chicken and pink roses would improve ANY day!!
March 28th, 2011 at 3:25 am
I’d have melted. Nothing like a man who gets it.
March 28th, 2011 at 3:51 am
I’m a sucker for that too..love the name Mustang Bend..you just know that would be the place to get a ticket.
March 28th, 2011 at 5:56 am
LOve the roses, make me smile! have a lovely day, gloria
March 28th, 2011 at 6:12 am
I’m with Lori about the food, though if it were my bad day, hubby would probably trade the flowers for a cheesecake…LOL!
Happy Monday to you, Duckie! (And you’re so cute about your age being 5!)
March 28th, 2011 at 6:37 am
I’d say flowers and fried chicken can cure most bad days!
March 28th, 2011 at 6:41 am
Mmmm fried chicken!
March 28th, 2011 at 6:47 am
Comfort foods and flowers are precisely what the doctor ordered for bad days!!
March 28th, 2011 at 6:57 am
I need some comfort food today-starting out a bad Monday!
March 28th, 2011 at 7:09 am
I’m a sucker for those too!
Hannah got her ears pierced a few months ago.
March 28th, 2011 at 7:14 am
OMGosh you crack me up I love it friend chicken & flowers! Yup a little grease and then flowers to make me feel pretty even if I gained a few pounds eating the chicken. Now that is what I call a good man plan
March 28th, 2011 at 7:15 am
Best gift ever. I need some fried chicken now!
March 28th, 2011 at 7:37 am
Fabulous installment, darling!
Love fried chicken!
xoxox,
CC
March 28th, 2011 at 8:17 am
What a perfect ending! Lovely…
March 28th, 2011 at 10:51 am
Happy Monday Duckie, when you annonce your pregnancy email me or something I dont want to miss it! I dont get on blogs every day anymore!
March 28th, 2011 at 1:09 pm
He was such a sweetie. I hope all is well with you. Happy Monday.
March 28th, 2011 at 1:11 pm
Who doesn’t love food and flowers?
March 28th, 2011 at 1:18 pm
Aren’t we all suckers for flowers? Flowers don’t come home often enough.
March 28th, 2011 at 3:22 pm
He is SO sweet!
March 28th, 2011 at 7:05 pm
Flowers go a long way!
Looking forward to the confession!
March 28th, 2011 at 8:11 pm
NEXT TO DIAMONDS, FLOWERS ARE A GIRL’S BEST FRIEND.
HAPPY TUESDAY, DUCKIE!
March 29th, 2011 at 9:52 am
Um, sign me up for the fried chicken and flowers. That would make me feel better at the end of a bad day too.