Not that I am pining away for Mr. Right to come along, but after these past few days, it would have been nice to have him around. For starters, I have strong reason to believe I am victim #9383727 of identity theft. Which means I now have the pleasure of having recorded phone conversations with several banks, credit agencies, Equifax, and the Seminole County Sheriff. Thankfully, I have the greatest dad ever (I'm not joking) and a brother-in-law who looks after me so much that he's really a brother, that this whole messy ordeal is more annoying than, say, messy.
Nevertheless, back to my knight in shining armour. Besides this financial headache, I am certain there was a jar that needed opening and my hallway light is out because I remain exceedingly afraid of lightbulbs and so every time I come home the house is dark. And that is scary too.