When Worker Man and I lived in our first house [tear.] we had the sweetest neighbors.
Vivian and Garland.
I'll have to tell you about them. Maybe sometime soon. They were something else.
Vivian is the epitome of a Southern Belle. She is in her eighties and always dressed to the nines. In a sweet little blouse and "slacks" and little old lady shoes. Her hair is always perfect. And she always has on her jewelry, just the right amount of "rouge" and a little lipstick.
When I first met her I fell in love.
She's just the sweetest thing.
Not long after our first meeting, I affectionately dubbed her "The Viv".
Without her knowing. Because ummm...she is NOT a Viv. She is a Vvvviiiviannn. Like in the most southern belle-ish accent possible.
I always address her as Vivian but when I tell a story about her or mention her name to Worker Man, I always call her The Viv. It just caught on and stuck.
The more I called her that, the more I worried that I would actually call her that to her face or at least in front of her at some point. But, as many times as it almost slipped out, I never actually did it in front of her.
Since we sold our house, I haven't seen her. I keep meaning to stop by to visit but sadly I just haven't made the time.
Well fast-forward to this past Sunday.
Worker Man and I went to breakfast after the early service at church. We went to eat at this little hole-in-the-wall restaurant [my absolute favorite kind] and as we were finishing our meal, I look up and there comes The Viv walking through the parking lot.
I got so excited and immediately jumped up and got the door for her [we were sitting really close to the door - just so you're not imagining me running through the restaurant to get the door]. I gave her a huge hug when she came in and we talked to her for a little while until the people she was eating with arrived.
So, I got through the entire conversation, and just as she's leaving I wave and say:
"Oh, it was just so good to see you Viv!"
And as she kinda cocked her head to the side, gave me a funny look, and started to walk away.
I just looked at her, horrified. I had made it for two whole years without ever slipping up. And then I yell "great to see you Viv" as she walks away.
Guhhh, I better find her a really good Christmas present!