Harlequins, move aside!
Most of the trashy romance stories you read are SOOO unreal, so fake, so unbelievable!
I don't need those kinds of books because I have my own trashy romance story, and my story is true! I'll just think of my own memories, and save myself $10, instead of buying some inferior piece of fiction at the bookstore.
This is my story...
First of all, you need to know that I had put our trash out by the curb for pick up. You also need to know that at the time, I was doing a 4:30 a.m. paper route each morning, which usually brought me back home around 7-8 a.m.
My adorable hubby Dan and I were both leaving in our seperate vehicles one afternoon, and I pulled out of our long driveway first. Unfortunately, I never have mastered driving a car backwards....
I was putting the car in drive once I hit the road, and Dan was flagging me down for some unknown reason. He must have had something important to say, the way he was waving his arms....
He says, "You just ran over the trash!"
I say, "I did?!?!?!?"
He says, "Didn't you feel the back end of the car go up in the air???"
So! The prince of a man that he is, he cleaned up the trash that I had scattered so innocently.
That, ladies and gentlemen, is a true trashy romance story--you can feel the love from my man, not even making me clean up my own mess!
And guess what??? This story has a sequel!!! Read on!
The next morning, I was out very bright and early doing my paper route. Dan would get up a few hours later for work.
Driving right along, the cell phone rings, and it is my knight in shining armor.
I'm not sure why, but for some reason he sounded a little worn out and slightly depressed. I still can't figure it out! Maybe you can help me....
"You need to buy more trash bags. You ran over the trash again."
Does anybody have a clue?
p.s. My prayer for the day: Lord, can I please have blond hair in heaven???