...in my hot little hands...

today, in a mere few hours, after the delivery folks arrive with my mattress, I will have a guitar--this guitar--in my hot little hands.

I just got off the phone with the raleigh guitar center guy, who told me they'd sold the guitar already, but they could get me one in a week. since I've been waiting for, oh, most of my life, to get a guitar, a week longer seemed too much to bear.

insert: woe is me! ha!

the durham guitar center, however, has TWO! and one is on hold for yours truly, just waiting for me to come and give them some plastic. so I'm not waiting a week, even though that Barry guy was helpful.

I've made up my mind, and once my mind is made up, I do it. coz that's how I roll. and if you know me, you know this.

so, anyhoo. it's the second time in two days I've used the phrase "in my hot little hands." Once was about my camera--which, by the way, has arrived!!! expect pictures soon. :) and then I told the raleigh guy I was kinda hoping to have the guitar in my hot little hands today. about a minute later into the convo he said, "wait, did you just say in your hot little hands?" And when I confirmed it, he chuckled. Apparently that phrase is funny. Despite having originated (or at least likely first been written) in 1857. And the only things I can think of that were funny in the 19th century were, y'know, lead makeup, queen victoria's outfits and "the great social evil."

it seems that this phrase is on that list too--little did I know.

ps-yaaaay! it's mine, all mine! :D