Eventually this will have to stop. But not tonight.

It came while I was in the kitchen making Double Chocolate Mousse.

It came while I was wondering if the peaks of my egg whites were “stiff, but not dry.”

It came while I was totally unprepared.

The commercial. THE. COMMERCIAL.

{ Good God, I’ve waited a long time for you. }

The Husband, while in the den watching (what else?) sports, called to me.

Him: Honey?
Me: Mmmm… (licking spoon)… what?
Him: I think you might want to come see this.
Me: (a pause, frozen mid-lick) What is it?
Him: It’s… The Commercial.
Me: (another pause, heart stops) Are you freaking kidding me?!

I didn’t wait for a response. I bounded over the kitchen counter, cartwheeled down the stairs and nearly gave the cats heart failure as I sprinted into the den where my saintly husband had rewound (is it technically considered “rewinding” on a DVR?) to the start of The Commercial.

Then I may have squealed, but it was totally sweet and song-like. As was my “Oh, my God. Oh. My. God. OH, MY GOD!” as he pressed play.

I may have jumped up and down once or twice or three hundred times.

I may have pressed my hands to my heart and smacked The Husband in the arm repeatedly while I watched.

When it was over, thirty incredibly short seconds later, I turned to The Husband.

Me: Give me the remote.
Him: Why?
Me: So I can record it!
Him: (holding the remote out of reach) No. That’s stupid. You’ll see it again.
Me: Honey. I’m not kidding. Give me. The remote. Now.
Him: Steph, seriously–

And that’s when I tackled him. Sweating and panting for breath, I came up the victor and hit the button to record. It meant I had to record the entire Angels game, but some things are worth searching for through three hours of sports.

Then it occurred to me. YouTube. Thank God for YouTube. Clearly He created it just for me. Just for this moment. Just so I could watch The Commercial over and over and over again.

So, apparently, I’m blessed.

(And clearly psychotic. It’s okay. I’ve accepted it.)

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13 Responses to Eventually this will have to stop. But not tonight.

  1. Teeter says:

    Just three words: Oh My God!

  2. kerryanne says:

    You are so funny. I'm not into this at all (gasp) but I like your excitement 🙂

  3. Gayle says:

    I love your excitement over this!

  4. Debbie says:

    I have to agree, you are funny. I got a great visual of this whole scenario…too funny. Be Careful….you will have a stroke before the actual movie is released. 🙂

  5. You probably already knew this but you look very much like the girl in this movie. Love your description over your obvious excitement!

  6. Violet says:

    I was kinda hoping that the tackling, sweating, and panting was going in a different direction. But I'm single and have to live vicariously that way, soooo…

  7. Blessed, psychotic…and freaking hysterical (not a bad combination, really).

  8. Deanna says:

    Yay! I still haven't seen a commercial on TV yet. This movie cannot come fast enough.

  9. Aimee says:

    LOL! It must have been good to stop in the middle of making something chocolate. 🙂

  10. Spruce Hill says:

    Oh I had not seen that one! I can't wait!!!!!!!!!! :)LOL love the fact that you taped it.

  11. Yes, you are blessed 🙂 and you make me laugh out loud! Great commercial. And I agree with DVM's wife: you look like Bella, even my sister agrees with me and she never agrees with me :)ps. I really like your bangs.

  12. Stephanie says:

    Me and you both girl. I am about to drive my hubby nuts.Oh by the way. I saw this on tastespotting today, and TOTALLY thought of you..http://homemakershabitat.com/2009/10/red-velvet-vampire-bite-cupcakes.html

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