“Aw, are you drinking alone?”
“I’m half-way through a bottle of wine and watching Snakes on a Plane,” I told Goldner as he made his way into the living room. “It’s not like I’m drinking alone and watching The Notebook.”
“True. Here,” he said, handing me a package. A Sponge Bob Square Pants wrapped package.
If I wasn’t confused by his late-evening surprise visit, I was definitely baffled by the present. Until I opened it.
“You read my post?”
“No! What post?”
“I just wrote about this!” I attacked the air-tight plastic container with a pair of scissors, then grinned as I fished out the trademark red Swiss Army Knife key-chain.
Goldner sat down at my laptop and read the entry, saying he’d felt bad that it took him so long after Tuesday night’s dinner to respond to my sob story. I didn’t know whether to hug him or kick him in the pants.
“Sorry? I hope you’re kidding.”
There’s never any sense in telling G, “You didn’t have to do this.” But I did it anyway, and squeezed him in his crinkly winter coat.
And then I made a Your Momma joke. Because, really, all this touchy-feely stuff can’t be good for my Grinchy little heart.
That’s awesome, friends are the best!
What a friend you have in G-sus.
awwww
Yay for awesome friends. I’ve been an off-and-on reader for the past few months, but somehow I’ve managed to become a little attached to you and your sagas, fish. Glad your keys aren’t naked anymore. ^_^
Aw. I suddenly have love for Goldner in my heart.
Heather,
If I knew you, or had any disposable income left in my budget, I’d buy you the “Miss Swiss” army knife at TheKnotWeddingShop.com. Cause the only thing better than a swiss army knife is a PINK ONE with a perfume vile!
~Your avid reader
Goldner = awesome.
Well I know it’s not that engagement ring you’ve been asking me for, but it’s something.
Also, why did you want to kick me in the pants exactly?
I just love this blog. The moment was a Hallmark one for you, it could’ve been a commercial, I almost cried for you. Wassup with his coat?
Fairly newish reader, not first-time commenter. What’s the status between you and this Goldner character? Regardless, he gets a gold star for the Jim Halpert-esque gift/thoughtfulness.
Goldner and I will be celebrating our three-year Friendaversary on May 21. So, you know, that’s the status.
Goldner, as a married man, let me advise you. If your wife or friend-wife (frife?) wants to kick you in the junk, it’s best not to question it, just ride the lightening.
Mike! So many giggles.
Don’t listen to her, people! Heather and I are WAAAAY MORE THAN JUST FRIENDS.
We’re deep forever soulmates. She’s just being shy.
Also I pay her 50 bucks to “kick me in the junk” once a week. So we have that connection too.
I’m telling your girlfriend.
Hey now, I don’t want reopen any wounds here. I was just trying to use a Metallica reference, which is AWESOME!!!
Awww that is sweet
sob.
Good show, Goldner! Not many would have been so astute (but you should make sure that the “jewelry” is circular next time…). Would that make the next generation GoldFish? ;>
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