CGMan lives with me now. I know, I know, most husbands live with their wives. But we’re not most couples. Anyway, while he was overseas for a year, I had the house to myself. It was actually pretty nice (and the envy of my friends with husbands). I could keep it as cool as I liked, I could have on as many lights as I needed. I figured since I never turned on the television, the power saved there could burn 20 of my little squiggly light bulbs. Not a dark corner in this house!
It has actually been nice to have him home, though. He is very helpful around here. He carries in the groceries, prunes the trees and even takes the dogs for an invigorating walk every morning, so I can sit here and
read about other people and their every day lives write my blog. He is bartender every day at 3:30 5 o’clock. Who doesn’t love a man who can fix a mean vodka tonic? Let’s not forget the chivalry! He has been known to carry me with all the finesse of George of the Jungle Superman across a deep puddle.
And friends, he never leaves the seat up. Ever.
I know it’s a good thing, and you’re all envious of my well-trained husband, but let me tell you…
be careful what you wish for…
…this is not funny in the middle of the night.
Today, I leave for another great adventure. I’m going on a senior trip. Not the Let’s-party-till-we-drop! kind of senior, but the drop-and-break-a-hip kind of senior. Truth be told, they act just like a couple of teenagers when you get them in the car together. I am taking Wow and Auntie Narmie on a two day road trip to see Wow’s seventh (seventh!- not that I’m counting or anything) grandbaby, Ella. Oh, and Ella’s mommy and daddy (*snort*-- as if!)
I’ll check in when I can. Don’t be surprised if it’s sporadic, because I’ll be busy smooching the new baby and trying to figure out how to sneak her home with me.