Please refer to back blogs, such as "Owl in Iron Clad Panties" or "Return of the Toolbox"-because this entry is the 3rd in this series or sequel-you think the Godfather or Star Wars was good-nothing compares to this ending (hopefully, the ending).
As I was hiking with my man and my dog, I came back to the car to a very long, drawn out voice message from a toolbox from the past (or at least that's where I hoped he would have stayed). Within the first few seconds of his 5 minute message, my jaw dropped open-creating a stir with my man. "What? Who is it? What's going on?" Concerned as he was, I decided to play back the message and give us both 5 minutes of nonstop laughter.
Message:
"Hi Bree, it's Dick (name has been changed, to save him face, if he still has one). I was looking at my calendar and it is exactly one year ago today that I met you. I saw you across at the JBar (which I will never go back to) and as this Cuban spicy woman was shooting down my every word, I thought she could be my potential wife. I even wrote it down in my calendar."
It goes on to say that he was waiting for my "Anniversary call", but figured it would not come. Then continued to say a lot of things I ignored and then said something about my current relationship. "I hope you and your boyfriend are doing well...or maybe I don't". LOSER!
Anyway, to continue with the entertainment, I texted him back (God no, I'm not going to call him) and we continued on the same what I find entertaining path.
Long, yet somewhat more entertaining story short-it ended with me telling him that I found true love and him asking me if I thought we would ever get married and asking me if he could contact me to "plead his case". I'm not sure what was meant by that-but alas, and just like his MO-I have not heard since and I think it goes without saying, although I never do...Good Riddance to Toolboxes!
Seriously, is there going to be another Friday the 13th? TOOLBOX vs. DOUCHE BAG In Space :) Stay tuned to find out.
