Distractions

There are dreams I have, which will be fulfilled, but, at times, my attention is draw away from them. My life will include a husband that loves, adores and worships me. He will appreciate, love and like me. He will rather be in my company than anyone else’s and he will know that he wants me to the exclusion of any other woman. My husband will have no kids and no ex-wife who will wear my last nerve, but if he does any of those things the ex-wife will be married to great guy and there will be ONLY one kid. Me and this fantastic husband o’mine will have at least four babies (all girls) and live in a large, comfortable, beautiful house. We will have a big, fun dog like a Great Dane or a Mastiff named Brutus, as well as, a couple of cats---Mulder and Scully. We will go on vacations to Florida and do fun family stuff like cook-outs. We will have family friends and all the kids will get along. I will have a great job that I love and hubby will have a great job that he loves as well. The girls will be full of personality, kind, loving, caring, funny, generous and very smart. The pets will be well behaved and NEVER do any funny business on the carpet. Now, this life I have describe will happen and the only thing stopping it is me. I have to be courageous to get rid of dead weight (you know who you are) and be patient until this Fabu Hubby reveals himself (he’s been dreaming of me too, ya know). I’ve been distracted by Mr. Goodbar, Mr. Niceguy, Mr. Fine-azz, and Mr. BestFriend, but none of them is Mr. Fabu Hubby. I know it. They know it. The American People know it. So, no more distractions. No more settling. No more pining. No more hedonism. No more hoping. I’m going to be patient, Mr. Fabu is on his way. (hurry up dude!)