A Dirty Little Secret

Last night, I plugged something in and turned in on. As soon as I did, the entire room started glowing and humming...the lights flickering. Then, an end-of-the-world BOOM...orange-bluish light...and a hellish humming. The room went pitch black and silent.

Oooops.

I fumbled out of the room, groping for the doorknob, and found my husband with a lit candle. "Did you hear that," he asks.

Eyes wide, "It wasn't me!"

He explains that it was the entire town. The transformer blew up right outside the house. I held my breath...did I do that?

Nah, of course not. It was all the people watching the Jets game and FB'ing their torment. ;)

But then the house started getting really cold, so we woke our kids up, packed them up, and drove out to Grandma's house to spend the night.

I say all of this to explain...I had a terrible nights sleep. And this after several nights of being up until 2:30 am revising and reading my manuscript. Go ahead. Feel sorry for me. You know you want to. I'm the only one in the world that has had a fitful nights sleep. I deserve it. ;)

Now, here I am, sitting in Grandma's amazingly comfortable recliner, my legs kicked up, the warm laptop sitting on my--well, where else but my lap? I'm staring at the screen, my belly a little hungry, and I'm thinking, "What in the world am I going to write about today?"

That's when a song comes to mind...and I cringe.

You see, I'm the kind of girl that has a home filled with antiques and girlie--lacy things. I drink Earl Gray tea in place of coffee. I listen to film scores and haunting piano music when I write. I have a penchant for swing dancing...and long epic movies.

But then I'm the kind of girl that sometimes wishes she was a boy...who wished she was a fighter pilot when she was eight years-old. I have wicked good aim when out on the range. I giggle while playing paint ball with my brothers. I always, and I do mean ALWAYS, have chipped fingernail polish (that last part, I hate).

And, secretly, for reasons that I cannot understand or explain, this is one of my favorite songs in the entire world.



I know. I'm filled with shame. I can't explain it. But it is true.


And that's my dirty little secret.

Well, at least one that I will share.


~Gia

1 comment

  1. Love the song~! lol. Also I always have chipped nail polish and have to repaint every two days. Drives me nuts. Hope you guys get back in your house soon!

    Have to dot it: GO STEELERS!

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