An-tiss-i-paaaaaay-shun, it’s making me wait. Keeping me way-yay-yay-yay-yay-ay-tin.
Waiting is like trying to slurp rock hard ice cream through a straw. You know it’s gonna be good when it’s finally in your mouth. But it’s melting too slowly. Sigh.
Great analogy.
It’s how I feel sometimes. Wait, wait, then wait some more. π
Don’t I know it…or wish it so, anyway.
Waiting with you, and hoping for good news. π
For you too!
Waiting here too.
What was that about ice cream?
Exactly. I need to put a lock on the freezer.
I think waiting is more like DYING. Some part of me is dying over here, people!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I think waiting is more like wandering along the trail to total insanity.
I second the…
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I think maybe I’ve already wandered into total insanity. And I lost my way back. π
Yep, a little bit every day. Does it stay dead even if there is a deal or will parts of us surge back to life when the wait is over?
Oh, I’m confident it will all “be made alive.”
That is, if the waiting ever EVER results in a YES.
::falls over::
Ever EVER. SOON!
Fingers crossed for YES
Thanks, Meg!
Hope you get good news SOON!
Thanks! I wish we could ALL get good news soon.
{{{{}}}}.
I’m waiting too, waiting to celebrate with you when your good news comes in!! Heck, I’ll celebrate with you regardless (let’s just soften that rock-hard ice cream up a bit before we did in, okay?).