Anyway, I digress, chookie is great. He is cute. He is fun, he made me laugh when I unwrapped him. Chookie is not an engagement ring though. Or a new pandora charm, or one of the few thousand things that filtered through my head when I was unwrapping the box on christmas morning with LOML (love of my life) watching me excitedly. Okay, granted, I got him a remote control car to play in the park with, we aren't exactly walking a line of maturity here despite mortgages and being 40, and together for shite, is it seven years?? But we throw the idea around occasionally, and I had joked about him getting me a sparkler rock for my finger for christmas and me being too old to say "my boyfriend" these days. So when I unwrapped ol' chookie here with his light up eyes, well I think I struggled just a tad to say "oh wow, a chook! WITH LIGHT UP EYES!!!" I think I did okay though, and yes I did get another gift I really wanted of course (a food processor / blender), but I had been eyeing of that box for a couple of days under the tree and admit I had been getting a few butterflies. So forgive me for my heart falling a little, and for feeling a just a teeny tiny bit sad when I discovered chookie sitting there in his box, totally unaware in all his cute yellow glory, that he had disappointed.
I've learnt to love the chook though, I mean, he is a chook WITH A LIGHT UP EYE FEATURE folks, what's not to love? He sits proudly next to me each night. He lights up when I need him, when I wake up with an incoming migraine (I suffer badly) I flick my little chook and he beams his way to my saviour medication, he is a gem. I've come to forgive him for what he wasn't meant to be.
So here he is. Something yellow. Love him like I do please.
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