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A weekend like this-
my hair is a wreck, so is my skin tone, and my temperament too…
we’re moving furniture & risking our backs,
driving a smoky U-haul built at the dawn of time,
dishes to be done,
furniture to assemble,
items to (groan) return,
bills to pay…
plants and birds to tend to,
family members calling, calling,
projects upon projects on our lists-
flailing efforts to sync our schedules through Googlemail…
yet P makes time for my silly priorities-
like, "print out a 65 page proposal for me to read, por favor",
and
"I MUST go to Peet’s right NOW for a Scharfenberger Mocha Freddo with whip cream" (all other drinks are a pale comparison).
and
we’ll eat super late, so I can meet up with an old friend from Junior high school first, or an ex-BF, or do my yoga-night with my office spouse Susan,
and
"while we’re at it, let’s move an entire new dining set to mom’s house too…"
These are among the quirks that make a good husband worth his weight and then some in gold!
(well, at least the G-rated qualities I dare share in such a forum…).
Perhaps a blog by definition is TMI, but still.
Muchas Gracias, hon.
I love my new therapist chair and our new dining table set.
Put up your feet & go watch people blow shit up on your giant TV!
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