The Italian doctor sent me a Facebook friend request.
I was so excited, I didn’t know whether or not to accept it.
Then *poof* just like that, I woke up.
So I’ve had a hell of a week, even though it’s barely Monday, I am counting today as part of last week.
This last week I only slept for a couple hours on 4 separate nights.
Then Thursday at work, our loan broker texts me: “Hi there!! We have our loan approval…”
Five minutes before that, my co-worker’s real estate agent had just texted her that her house is now in escrow.
She was very sad about that since she did not choose to sell the house; the decision was made for her.
So there she was, standing right in front of me, crying, when I get the text that our home loan got approved.
Perhaps I shouldn’t have told her, it was bad timing, but I was excited and she was right there, so I showed her the text and she was happy for me.
Extremely ironic. Extremely awkward.
I texted a few of my closer friends to share in the festivities with me.
The next day while I am getting a cleaning at a dentist’s office where my friends work, literally while I am in the chair, our broker sends me a message that they made a mistake and the loan is not approved.
I kind of held it under control during the cleaning but then when I was back in the waiting room I was so mad I couldn’t stop crying.
Thankfully my two friends were there to comfort me.
I called my husband and let him know what was going on but he seemed to be taking it a little too well, which was disconcerting.
We tried to go out to dinner that night but he lost all patience with me and after chasing him down in the car and then pretending I was going to divorce him so he’d come back home to talk to me, it turned out he never got the text that said our loan had been approved.
Only I got that text.
I just assumed they had told him too.
That is why he didn’t understand why I was so disillusioned and making such a big deal about our loan broker being dishonest.
I think by then it was like 2 AM.
The birds woke me up at 4:30 AM.
I went back to sleep at 6 AM.
My husband’s alarm woke me back up at 7 AM.
That was Saturday.
Yesterday he got upset at me about something else.
I guess cause supposedly I have really bad timing when bringing up things he hasn’t done.
You mean half an hour before you’re supposed to give a speech isn’t a good time to tell you you still haven’t installed the software you promised me on my Mac?
Well yeah. I can see it now.
But yesterday it seemed perfectly logical.
This bad timing thing seems to be a recurring issue for me.
I am supposed to start Invisalign this week which I guess by blogging about it it kind of defeats the purpose of its being invisible. (‘—‘)
As for the Italian guy- I think I looked at his profile too many times cause now he’s appearing in those little Facebook boxes that say “people you might know.” *0*
If I were to send him a friend request I’m pretty sure he’d accept it, but I am under the impression he’d accept a friend request from a squirrel.
So then I’ll just be lost in a sea of acquaintances, I’ll still be a nobody to him, and it’ll break my heart much like asdfghjkl;.
Even worse would be the alternative to that- the alternate ending in which we fall madly in love with each other and sail away to the moon.
…Because the moon is across the sea.
My husband did do something quite grandiose for me today which is that he helped me overcome my fear of steep hills.
No, he didn’t push me down one.
We went hiking and he walked at my pace. …After I texted him to wait up.
I will hereby refer to it as the hike that saved our marriage.