These did not happen on the same night, but they did happen at the same location. I owe a great big thanks to the one person who made both of these possible. Never did he know about my list until after the fireworks were spent.
I rode on a tractor about a month ago with a coworker. He drove the tractor and I sat on the wheel well and held on tightly to the driver. Exaggeration. Romance was absent. I feared I would freeze my buns off because it was a very cold night and his lack of interest in me is not warming.
Last night at the orchard, employees gathered for a bonfire and we enjoyed adult beverages, the crisp air of an autumn evening, and each others' entertaining company. The aforementioned coworker brought with him some fireworks. I asked if I could set them off. He allowed for it. Immediately after I returned his lighter, I remembered that I had a list of things to do and, in fact, he had helped me cross off TWO items. I told him that he had now helped me cross of two things from my list. Not knowing anything about my list or what the first item had been, he began to question me. Very mysteriously, I refused to answer his questions. Instead I simply thanked him.
