Sore.

Last night I had a date scheduled with White Bread. I only call him White Bread NOW because he asked me why I was calling him White Bread. And so now it's extremely funny to me. Regardless, he was supposed to call me sometime after I got off of work to give me a place to meet up with him.

I ended up leaving work a little bit late and ran into an old co-worker who happens to have a big vehicle. It happens I needed the services of a big vehicle to get my new dryer home. So, she agreed to help me out. We dropped the dryer off at my place and she left while I wrangled husband out of bed and got him to help me bring the dryer inside. We carried it from the street up to the house. A rather long way.

Around this time I got a message from White Bread saying that he was still several states away instead of in the vacinity and that he'd not be able to make it. One might think I'd be disappointed as I'd kind of been looking forward to it all day. However, I had a new dryer to install and having had to find a place to PUT the new dryer while I removed the old... a lot of cleaning to do, too. Plus, I was really excited to TRY the new dryer.

So, no big deal. I called him back and left a message to let him know it was okay and I had stuff to do at home anyway. And I went to work on that stuff. I got the dryer installed and husband and I carried the old one down the block to the curb. More tired. More explaination of my sore muscles.

It just so happened that I had a load of laundry in the washer waiting to be moved to the dryer... and I got to use it. I must explain that this is a pretty cool dryer. The whirlpool Duet with all the buttons and settings and such. So many buttons. And pretty lights.

A bit after that White Bread called me back to apologize and we talked for a while. Unfortunately, I think I disappointed him terribly by NOT being disappointed about him not being here. Really, he may have even had hurt feelings. Which makes me feel vaguely guilty. But I don't like to feel disappointed and I was really excited about the new dryer so why dwell on anything negative when I didn't have to?

We talked for a bit and he suggested we reschedule for another week which is fine with me. By then the excitement of the new dryer will have worn off and I'll likely be available for greater disappointment if that's what will make him feel better. Or maybe we can, together, manage something more pleasant than disappointment.