Frankincense & Lavender

Sandy must’ve played the voicemail over twenty times. No matter how loud she turned up the volume she could not make out what Cedric and his friend were talkin about when he accidentally butt dialed her.

To be brutally honest, the only way Sandy knew the accidentally overheard conversation had anything to do with her was the fact that she heard a bellowing voice say, “Minnie the Min Pin Puppy Doggie”. Then another voice repeated it. Then laughter then the call disconnected.

Every time Sandy thought about getting up to put the phone on the charger, she would listen to the message again. She couldn’t accurately describe the emotion she was living. It was a combination of being amused and annoyed at the same time. All Sandy knew is they were laughing at Minnie the Min Pin Peninsula doggie and that’s not the least bit funny.

Or was it? That’s the question Sandy was asking herself as she allowed herself to relax and giggle. Whomever Cedric was talkin to, he didn’t sound like he was disparaging her or her fur baby….

…but Sandy wished she was a fly on the wall for that conversation because who knows what was said.

And this is where Sandy becomes presumptuous and defiant. Shrugging her shoulders and crossing her arms, she put the phone on the charger by the nightstand then went into her kitchen area to make herself a large mug of coffee. Relationships and Sandy were like the salad dressing her mama used to make from scratch. It only seemed to mix well if you shook the hell out of it first. When it came to her tolerance for turbulence, Sandy’s was miniscule if not nonexistent. Typically the first sign of trouble Sandy was ready to bow out. It was so bad, she once blocked a guy’s phone number right after he called her for the first time.

The man was really nice and him and Sandy were having a decent phone conversation while he was out for his evening walk. That is until all of a sudden the man started yelling out different dog breeds.

Basset Hound!!!

Collie!!!

Golden Retriever!!!

Then he started stuttering.

Sandy didn’t even say goodbye before she hung up on him, blocked his number and all his social media and went on with her life.

Was that mean? Probably. But the way Sandy looked at it,ghosting him was better than the awkward conversation. Besides she was getting tired of telling men that she was the problem. The whole “it’s not you, it’s me sentiment is tired and even she didn’t believe it when she said it. So for now on, if the situation didn’t warrant a gentle let down, she didn’t give it. Sandy was no longer going to apologize for that.

She also had come to the point in her life where she got tired of dealing with wishy washy and sometimey people. They waste your time and if Sandy knew then what she knew now about givin folk the benefit of the doubt is that more often than not, she doubted the benefits of others.

Was she proud of that fact? Not really, but she done had her share of heartaches and regrets. So she made up her mind that she was no longer gonna stop herself from doin what she wanted to do, within reason. She wasn’t crazy. But what she was about to do might contradict her self diagnosed sanity.

She pressed the button on the coffee maker to fill up her mug while she walked into her room and took the phone off the charger to call Cedric…

***Triple Hazelnut Cappuccino with Cookie Crust 🌱💨