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So I have my head in the cat box, trying to wrestle the "easy to remove" plastic box from the frame, spilling poop and cursing the whole feline species and I hear a MOTH explosion. Coffee cup overboard. So now he is furiously trying to contain the 8 ounces of coffee that were in his cup which have now transformed into 30 ounces on the floor. I think about 2 rolls of paper towels were utilized and then he "found" the mop (which was within arms' reach the entire time) and then cursed the fact that it isn't a "decent" mop and he's going to go out and get a goddamedrealsonofabitchingmoprightafterwork! He yelled something to me a few times and I got snappier in my responses each time because I had my head in the Litter Maid Ultra Mega Deluxe, Model LM900 and then he got snippy at me for being so snippy and he came down to kiss me goodbye and take the dumpster of litter out to the curb and I barely touched him with my lips (well, the layer of ice between us interfered more than just a little).

So I showered, got my pot roast cooking, and sat down to check my email before going off to work. That's when I heard my little hatchlings from behind. I was all excited and then the phone rang. It was MOTH, telling me that he was sorry for the way we left each other. I was too and I told him about our new grandchicks.

I felt pretty good heading off to work. Kids at school, clean kitty box, dinner cooking, birds and grandchicks fed and watered. About noon-ish, the transportation director came to the classroom door where I happened to be, with a beautiful vase of flowers. He looked playfully annoyed.

"I suppose you know these are for you," he said in mock disgust.

I was shocked, surprised, blushed, and a bit confused. Why would I be getting flowers? All of the female staff were oohing and ahhing as I opened the card that read:

It was all I could do to keep from crying. I tried to tow the fine line between celebrating and gloating. Everyone wanted to know why I got the flowers, and I just showed them the card. Of course, the ladies were teasing in various ways. Most were openly envious. Pitbull loved it. The guys all rolled their eyes. Several comments were made about how "good" I must have been the night before. One guy came in and jokingly said, "I suppose you think you're special don't you?"

I was able to confidently point to the flowers and respond," Obviously, I am!"

Am I so lucky? (p.s. That's rhetorical. I know exactly how lucky I am.)

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