To my Puffin:

I need you to know this story.
 
Im at home taking this personal day. Im getting stuff done-you know like boiling whole chickens and making a few phone calls-No big deal.
 
I then spot a few men outside the front, me being curious, i go outside to see just what they are doing. Let me tell you what Im wearing-your boxer shorts (because they are oh so comfy) a white T, and well…. No Bra.
 
When I figure out that the men are just sweaty OPPD men I become uninterested and go to return to my boiling on HIGH chicken. 
 
All to find my door locked-all the doors.  I have no bra on and a boiling chicken on the stove. Classy.
 
The OPPD man sees me on the phone telling Dan that I dont know how to get into the house-So this nice burly sweaty man says he shall help me. He assesses my window screen and runs to his truck saying nothing.  I stand there. He comes back with a tool and pops my screen off-jiggles the window around and BAM-Its open.  But because God didnt make me very tall I have to have the ‘Man’ form a cradle out of his hands to shove me back through my window-Thank the lord I have undies on.
 
I then check the chicken-tell the man back through the window that all is well and offer him a Coke a Cola classic-he kindly declines. good cause there was only one left-and when I offered him the cold drink i was not really sure if there was any left. 
 
I think all is done. I just leave the screen in the yard for a later moment.
 
an hour later.
 
ding-dong.
 
my doorbell rings. OPPD man wants to know if I need help putting the screen back on. I say sure.  but once again he has to make a cradle out of his hands while we-as a team-put the screen back on. and I awkwardly walk back into my home again while he lingers in my yard.
 
What the Fuck Baby.
 
Just trying to take care of a little businass. and this is the obstacle I have to go through first.
 
Thank the power outage last week for burly, sweaty, kind OPPD men lingering in my yard. 
 
 
 
Miss.
You.
 
A lot.