okay... so... you all have known for a while that i apparently have a screw loose, eh?
hah... well, let's see... it all started last week - new year's day... the drunk dial to the rhb, then the rhb calling me that night to hang out later and then the rhb and i had a "talk"...
not so much a talk, as a bit of a slur... well, i wasn't drinking... anyway... i had said to him "so am i wasting my time pining for you?" to which he replied:
"i'm just confused, i don't know what i want... the only thing i do know i want is mashed potatoes."
eh? mashed potatoes? he's bloody 37 and he only wants mashed potatoes...
so i push and say "so if i were to, say, make the best mashed potatoes ever??? you mean to tell me that for the past 2 years all i've had to do was make mashed potatoes and you'd be smitten?"
he: "well, they have to be good potatoes"
*lightbulb*
(insane lightbulb, but an idea, just the same)
wednesday i did my run thru.. and i made the most kick ass potatoes EVER...
this morning i woke up at 8:30. showered. peeled yukon golds and set them to boil... then i dried my hair, slapped on makeup and then went back downstairs to mash these bad boys...
i added butter... i added heavy whipping cream... more butter.... more cream... salt and white pepper... smooth as silk... fluffy as a kitten - even though i really wouldn't want to mix cats with potatoes
okay... dumped 'em in a pyrex bowl. set bowl into carrying case (complete with hot packs)
and i drove to the RHB's house...
his car wasn't there.
are you effing kidding me? after all i went through? my heart sank... so i drove into town and sat for a minute... aha! i wrote him a note... saying if he wasn't around this weekend to let his brother eat them.
i drove back.
his car was there! my heart leapt, and then it gulped.
The Mashed Potato Drop was about to take place...
i rang the doorbell (hey i was looking cute, makeup was working, hair was working, the rain was pouring, my wool hat was cute, my pink scarf and fluffy pink gloves complimented my gray coat nicely)
the brother answered... said "come in" then yelled upstairs "hey dopey! you got company!"
the rhb appeared on the stairs and had a confused look when he saw me holding a blue carrying case - not to mention the potato that i had 3 new darts (with american flags) sticking out of.
"what's this?"
with the brother standing over to the side about 6 feet i said "you gave me a challenge last week and i took it"
rhb says with a huge grin to brother: "there's gotta be something wrong with this girl"
brother laughs and walks into kitchen.
the rhb is standing there flustered, confused, laughing and smiling all at once... i love that look.
i said, "may i take out what's in the bag?" and we walked into the kitchen...
brother is washing dishes.
RHB takes mashed potato bowl out and say "oh my gosh there's enough here for a year!"
i said "well, i figured mashed potatoes were the least threatening stalker-like thing i could bring over" (totally forgetting that i brought the potato that was stabbed with 3 darts)
RHB... totally flustered. grinning like a jackass.
i said "you did say that all you knew you wanted was mashed potatoes"
chuckling over near the sink from brother can be heard.
me: " well, i have a parade meeting to get to... hope you enjoy them... i'll let you go get laughed at by your brother now" and i gave him a kiss and went out the door.
yep. my Confusing Whirlwind Mashed Potato Ambush.
hey, what the hell do i have to lose? i figure it makes me feel good doing that, i got to see the rhb, and if he doesn't like my mashed potatoes, he can go scratch..
because if a guy doesn't like a girl for her mashed potatoes, then he doesn't derserve me anyway...
we'll see.
verdict is still out of course, because the mashers had to be reheated and i didn't wait around to force him to dig in...
basically i got all nervous and my mouth got really dry when i saw him...
yep. so there. that was the whole reason for my mashed potato callout the other day... i thank you!
if nothing else, i am pretty sure that i am one of the only girls who has shown up on his doorstep carrying 5 pounds of mashed potatoes for him... and he'll have to think of me when he looks at potatoes from now on (ha. ha.)
so, guys, if a girl that you've seen on and off and never "officially" broke up with or whathaveyou, who you just hung out with a week prior, well, if a girl like that showed up on your doorstep with 5 pounds of mashed potatoes.... how would you feel or react???
