Sing.

Tuesday is notoriously rough. It’s the craziest night at work and it’s hit or miss. Either the people are lovely, or they’re not.

Last night was no exception….

The only saving grace is that it was Smartypants week….Mmmhmmm… My favorite piece of smart eye candy- all ironed and starched with his pretty smile. I may have had some nightmare men in my life, but he’s most definitely the exception to the rule. The GQ hottie that ruined me for low maintenance men. He’s clean cut delicious, with cuff links even… be still my heart- there is absolutely no substitute for a well groomed man, and he was my first. Never mind how smart he is… I have customers that come in just to laugh at me crushing on him.

It was insanity. Crazy busy and all hitting at once. Oblivious people trying to stop me for a glass of water, no ice. Seriously? WTF is wrong with ice? Who wants a lukewarm glass of water? Why? It’s so fucking annoying I can’t even begin. Whatev… I am only too happy to comply, but really… you may as well embrace your opportunity to be a real pain in my ass and order hot tea.

We have the option of naming tickets. I used to name him Cute. Then Smartypants. Now it’s plain ol’ Smarty. I handed him the check and he laughed.

SP- Seriously?

J- What.

SP- Smarty?

J- Did you lose your pants?

Yeah… I’m a flirt. It’s my job…. and this lovely creature raised my standards. I will forever objectify him- as well I should. There should be more men in the world like this one. He works hard, he’s an amazing dad and he’s a good guy who makes one of my hardest nights at work, a pleasure. Bless his beautiful heart.

Finishing up and going with the boys for cocktails, we find our favorite bar inundated with karaoke. WTF. We are done after our Tuesday night shift and the last thing we want to hear is some stupid drunk asshole butcher a song.

Well… unless it’s us doing the butchering…

I love my Mr. Mahalo… I love my Mr. Bestie… and I love Superdad. They’re my three Musketeers of male perfection, and last night is no exception. They look out for me. They’re adorable…. and they’ve had to listen to me cough all night.

They may as well listen to me sing too, right?

Oy vey. My phone is blowing up with ridiculous drama that I have NO time for…. what’s a pretty blonde girl to do?

Sing baby girl… sing until you feel better…. or until the Tanqueray dulls the suffering.

Waking up this morning… my fever is gone. My feet hurt like hell and I’m smiling.

One more Tuesday, down the drain…. Thanks be to God and all that is holy.

Oh and to my boys… who make even the hardest days, fabulous.