Thursday, June 16, 2011

Sometimes. . . sometimes I think he doesn't understand me

Mr. V and I had a lovely date night tonight. We went to dinner at In-N-Out and then to see Hoodwinked, Too in 3D at the Plano dollar theater. On our way home, I used my cell phone to check in on FB and see what was up.

Well, amid congratulations for my brother's job offer (so proud, by the way) and my former coworker announcing that she's opening a donut shop (at least, I think that's what she was announcing), I started thinking about how I have a bunch of friends who are starting something big in their lives. Miss H in Austin is working to get her all-natural cake mix off the ground and another sorority sister is launching an awesome photo booth business (Mrs. P, if you're reading, we're so excited about the launch party on Saturday!) and it just makes me think.

I want to do something fun and big. I just haven't figured out what it is I want to do. It's driving me a little crazy.

So, thinking out loud as we were pulling into the driveway at our home, I said, "I need a project. It's driving me nuts!"

Mr. V, ever the problem solver, said, "Well, why don't you get to cleaning up your room upstairs so you can do crafts or whatever. Or you can start going through your old high school stuff your dad sent over."

Discouraged but trying to stay calm in the situation I replied with, "Not exactly what I had in mind, but thanks for the suggestions."

We'll talk about it again tomorrow. I think he'll do better when he's not focused on getting some sleep. I hope!