My Former BFF

I'm playing hooky from tonight's football game...I've already planned it out...send the kids and Mark to the game, turn the electronics off, enjoy the quiet, and just read a book...

not too long ago, I wouldn't have gone for the book as much as I would have gone for the binky...

what's a binky? Barb H. knows...

I'm starting to make a cooing sound like a baby dove, just thinking about the binky...

the binky I would lay on my chest and pet...
the binky I would carry around with me when I got off the couch,
so no one else would touch it...
the binky that has been dropped, stepped on, taped together, stuck in couch cushions, kicked under coffee tables, and soaked by spilled sodas so many times we had to take out insurance on it...

the binky
otherwise known as...
the remote

my binky has been retired for a little while now...I needed to make some changes and binky was one of them...and like most co-dependent relationships, the parting of the ways was difficult.

I had to have an intervention, and it wasn't pretty. Lots of crying, letters from loved ones were read, and finally, after much turmoil, I agreed to make a change...

I put binky in a drawer.

so there binky stays, sometimes making a guest appearance, but mostly just hanging out in its drawer with the other binkys...

yes, there was more than one binky,
but at least now they have each other for company...

Comments

Barb said…
Right now, my binky is right beside ME but ONLY because hubby just came home and hasn't had the chance to glaringly look at me to question where HIS binky is! Sounds like a wonderful evening you have planned Deb...I'm doing the same thing as you are. LOVE YOU!