According to Elliott, I've still got it!

Yesterday, while cooking dinner for the family, the phone rang. I picked it up and this is how the conversation went (as much as I can remember. I'm already starting to block it out!)

Me: Hello?
Guy: Uh, Hi. I'm lookin for Pam Park.
Me: That's me.
Guy: Well, I've been meanin to call you for a while. I've been wantin to talk to you. You know what I mean?
Me: Uh, no I don't, really.
Guy: Well, you see, I saw you in that little store a while back. I can't remember the name of it. I don't even live there in town. I live somewhere else, but I was in town and I saw you talkin to a lady. After you left, I asked that lady who you were and she told me your name. Then I looked it up in the phone book and like I said, I've been meanin to call you but I just couldn't do it until now.
Me: What was the name of that little store?
Guy: Shoot, I don't know. It was over a month ago. I've been meanin to call you all this time. I guess what I'm wantin to know is, well, are you already taken?
Me: Well, actually I am. I'm married and I have 4 children.
Guy: Oh wow. I guess you are. I'm not gonna be able to see ya then, am I?
Me: No. I don't think so. I'm flattered, though.
Guy: Gee, I'm sorry to bother you.
Me: That's okay. Bye.

I hung up the phone and screamed. I haven't felt anything like that since this guy in high school wanted to ask me to the Valentine's banquet. My friends gave me a heads up so I avoided him all day until after school. I had to go back and get something out of my locker and when I came around the corner, we literally ran into each other. He told me he had been looking for me all day because he wanted to ask me something. Oh gosh. My stomach is turning just remembering it.

So last night, with my stomach in knots, I told Elliott about the whole thing. He just smiled and said, "Well, honey, I guess you've still got it! Doesn't that make you feel good?"

That, my friends, is the difference between guys and girls. Elliott would have been strutting around the house like an inflated peacock if that had happened to him, but I just felt really creepy.

This morning, Elliott snuggled up next to me in bed and whispered in my ear in his best southern drawl, "I was wonderin if you was taken 'cause I shore would like to take you out on a date. Yore awfully purty."

I said, "If you're planning on using that line as a turn-on, it's NOT gonna work. I think I need to go take a shower."

We had some of our friends over for dinner last night so I spent the better part of yesterday cooking and cleaning while the kids were across the street at my mother-in-law's.

Just before our friends arrived, E went over and picked up the kids and brought them home so they could play with our friend's kids.

Anna walked into the house, looked around in amazement and said, "Mom, it looks like Giselle came in here and cleaned our house!"

Yeah, well, I could probably keep it that way if I could get the foxes, raccoons and possums that eat our trash every night to start earning their keep around here.