YaYa Princess

I will admit, I’ve been a bit cranky lately.  It’s that time of year again, and yet I’m not going to CA which is throwing me.  Not to mention I’m still trying to get a hold of the whole “pacing” myself with this new job.  It’s coming, but not w/o some growing pains (and in at least one case some thrown utensils). 

Last night on my rampage the boy played me this song, but in my defense I didn’t know it was being played for me.  Anyway, later when I calmed down he played it again for me-Trouble by Ray Lamontagne.  Hopefully I’ll figure out how to stick it up here.  I had half heard it the first time and liked it well enough. 

I turned to the boy and asked “dance with me?”  Now usually the men in my life just laugh and turn back to what they’re doing.  I mean, let’s face it it kinda does seem silly to dance in one’s living room.  But instead he got a big smile on his face, and said that he in fact thought that was a great idea. 

And so we danced, in the space where a table should be that turns out to be a great little dance floor.  And in the middle of all of this I discovered the actual lyrics… 

Trouble, Saved by a Woman.

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