Confessions of a mad woman...

June 11th, 2009 was quite the day.

Why?

Well, for one, it was Trevor and my last “dating” anniversary. Who knew we’d last seven years? And, more importantly, who knew we’d both forget about it?

To be fair, there was a lot going on that day with THE FLOOD and all. And it isn’t like we didn’t eventually remember (although, it was a good day or two before Trevor turned to me and said, “Hey, I think we forgot our anniversary!”).

Of course, I still managed to give Trevor something on our anniversary, and quite by accident, too. No, no. It was nothing dirty (get your heads out of the gutter!).

Let me set the stage:

I had just had the morning from Hell. I had been soaked to the bone, hailed on, nearly hit by a falling tree, and had returned home only to discover a leak in my new ceiling. I was – literally – at my wit’s end. And Trevor was, conveniently, nowhere to be found. I left several messages on his cell phone including the one below:

“I’m dealing with things beyond my maturity level at the moment! I need you to call me!”

Trevor found this particular message to be hilarious, and has insisted on keeping it stored in his voicemail. He also feels moved to quote the message at dinner parties, weddings and various social occasions – always at my expense. Apparently, any time used to embarrass his fiancé is time well spent.

So, I am embracing my panicked voice message, and taking ownership of the situation by posting it on my blog.

Not that there are many people left on the planet that Trevor hasn’t already told, but still. I’m taking control. Or, at least, owning up to my inability to deal (well) with certain (extraordinary) situations.

I can again hold my head high.

Or up, at any rate...