This has been on my mind lately because I STILL feel this way, probably more so.
My life is a little topsy-turvy at the moment, but Sir is consistent and He keeps me from falling away… I’m quite thrilled to not have to choose the lightbulbs!!
Happy Monday!! ~shygirl
I don’t want to choose the lightbulbs.
Oh sure, I am capable of choosing lightbulbs. If lightbulbs were on my shopping list, or my task list from Sir, I’d choose some mighty fine bulbs and be happy to do it. But when Sir and I are in the aisle together, I just have no desire to choose a bulb.
In fact, if we are in that aisle together, I do not even want to offer input about the selection of lightbulbs.
Now, if I needed a specific bulb for something He knew nothing about, I’d be tickled pink to provide the required information. No problem! If, however, the bulbs are for something I have no involvement in? Well… frankly, kind Sir, I don’t give a damn.
Oh I know that’s different – there were years upon years where I did give a damn about EVERY little thing. I needed to…
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