Notice how, on our wedding day, my husband is making the "grand entrance" into our reception waaaaaay ahead of me. I must have been royally lagging, right?
Yes, I grabbed his arm like I was yanking a toddler away from the street- what of it?
Seriously though, I had to "remind" him that we should enter together. Of course, they were playing my favorite song (You Sexy Thang by Hot Chocolate), and I may have been dancing a little. Ok, a lot.
That little story is what I like to call a "precursor" to this next one.
So, today as we were all getting in the car to schlep off to work and school and the Goodwill store (more on that at a later time, but I do love me some thrift shopping!), there was a moment where we were all set to go. I had actually backed out of the driveway with myself, my daughter, son, and husband (his car is broke. BMW- go figure) all buckled up and ready for the day. Then I stopped.
There was a blinding glare in my eyes. What had I forgotten?
Yep, sunglasses. It's totally bright and I really need them. And they are not in my car. Babydaddy gives me this look. It was an I-know-you're-not-going-back-inside-for-your-sunglasses look. Have you ever seen that one before? It usually comes with an eyeroll. At least, from my husband or 8-year-old.
But, so not a big deal, right? Right? These were the exact words that came forth from my beloved's mouth, "I'm not going to sit here percolating in your inefficiency."
Exsqueeze me?! Percolating in my inefficiency??!!
Puh-leeze. I mean, what is the big deal? But I couldn't be too mad. He had good word choice. If there is one thing I love it is a well-spoken person.
And later when I thought about it, I have to admit that I do a lot of percolating myself. In my own inefficiency, of course. And dancing...
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