That night didn't go exactly as planned. I was hoping Jake would come home to see our beautiful new family portrait and be astonished to see himself missing from the craft. However, he had yet to come home, even by the last commercial break of The Bachelor. I could feel my anxiety kicking in full gear, my palms sweating, mind jumping to a million conclusions, and feet urging to move from the freshly stained red oak hardwood floors. Right after Maria helped hang the painting she went to where ever she goes when she's not working for me. Probably walking home to her boyfriend who patiently awaits her, and doesn't go to dinner with nasty middle-aged women on his downtime. I let her off early today so she wouldn't witness Jakes's reaction to my vengeance. However now that I realized he was probably with the Ms. Toms lady, I wanted Maria back in my presence, although I hate to admit it.
After shuffling through every drawer in my oversized bathroom, I failed to find my prescription Alprazolam, commonly known as Xanax. My heart rate was higher than when my daughter accidentally took my medicine thinking it was a lemon Sweet Tart last month. Oh my god, I remembered that she had taken my last pill. Feeling confined, I walked onto the little balcony with the dying blue hydrangeas. I began to open my mouth to let out a scream (very unladylike, I know) until a shimmer across the clear, black shy caught my eye. Before it was out of sight, I quickly searched my brain for any drop of clarity I could find. Instead of letting out a scream, I calmly said "I want a transformation"
Oh and let me tell you, a transformation came.
