So The Gas Company Still Sucks, Even Though It is Something Wrong With The Freakin New Water Heater.......

Gah.
Boo.
Hisssssss.

Freakin water heater. Not even two years old and something has gone horribly awry with it. Fucker. I am so ticked off. Not even funny. So the soonest that the plumber can get here is tomorrow. That means no bath for Spenser tonight, because there is no hot water. No shower in the morning because there is no hot water. No laundry gets done, because there is no hot water, and I refuse to wash dirty clothes in freezing water.

Alright enough of that.

I was thinking today, that I am probably a feminists nightmare. I like to have those cutesy nicknames, and terms of affection. You know, babe, sweetie, darlin, my dear, honey, and the list goes on. I don't know why I like it. I just do.

I suppose it makes me feel special somehow, and to be honest I really never feel all that special. I am always the plain Jane. The "cute" girl next door. So when someone calls me one of those terms, it makes my heart go pitter pat. Yep that is all it takes.

Funny thing about that. Rob virtually never uses those terms in reference to me. I am simply Robyn. Not honey, or even sweetie. It used to bug me, because I felt it showed a lack of care or affection. Now I know it is simply the way he is. And I love him for it.

So the key to making me melt like butter on a hot roll, call me one of those cutesy wootsey nickname type thingies. At the very least, I will swoon a wee bit. Heh.