MAC AND CHEESE

Today was full of disappointments. It's kind of a long story. A few weeks ago, I signed up for a class at the Brooklyn Brainery. I paid my $12 and grew increasingly excited as the day grew closer and closer. I was hoping to meet some new people and learn something new. I left the apartment an hour and a half early. I had to transfer trains and apparently jumped on the wrong one. Five minutes before the class was supposed to start, I was 4 subway stops and a half mile walk away. I quickly realized I was not going to make it on time. I was disappointed, but figured it was my own fault. I headed home and first decided to check the mail. I had one piece of mail. It was from my landlord in OKC saying I am not getting my security deposit back due to some carpet stains (thank you dogs). I shoved the letter in my bag and took off for the subway station. About one block into my 6 block walk, it started raining but it was no big deal, just a few sprinkles. I hopped on the train and then got off at my stop and before I even walked out, I knew it was going to be bad news. It was POURING rain and the wind was blowing like tornado season in the south.

I waited for about 10 minutes trying to decide what to do. I didn't have an umbrella, but having one wouldn't have done any good since the wind was blowing the rain horizontally. I hoped and prayed it would die down long enough for me to make it home. Finally, I grew tired of waiting. I rolled up my jeans and clenched my teeth and took off at a dead sprint. I made it about 100 yards before the sprinting stopped. I could barely see and the rain was cold. I slowed to a brisk walk for the last 4 blocks.

I made it home and sloshed through the front door. My clothes were heavy, I was cold, and my teeth were chattering. I immediately ran a hot bath and sat in the tub with the bathroom window open so I could hear the rain. It was surprisingly relaxing.  I finally thawed out and retreated to bed so that I could do my daily blog stalking.

Hank knew better than to talk to me while I was mad, but finally he asked "You want some mac and cheese?" I nodded my head and continued to stew over my crappy day. A few minutes went by and I was handed mac and cheese in a red Solo cup. Now I am happy again. Best Husband Award goes to G.H. Royce IV.

Photo courtesy of Amber Marlow, NYC's finest elopement photographer.