One time someone asked Angelface what he thought of my blog. Angel said that it’s a funny read, but imagine having to live it 24/7. With that, the questioner’s face turned sympathetic, and he gave Angelface a conciliatory pat on the back.
Don’t get me wrong, Angel really loves me, but yeah it’s stuff like this that can elicit a groan every once in a while:
Picture this – Angelface has just spent an hour washing my beloved Corolla, Ruby, in 90 degree heat. I meanwhile, have been reading Rollingstone and taking a cat nap all afternoon. (Note: cat naps here do not mean 15 minutes of shut eye. Hell no. Rather, I am referring to the fact that my two kittinks were napping with me while I spent three hours staring at the back of my eyelids. But I digress).
Angelface wakes me from my lazy slumber to report on his progress. He’s sweaty, tired and a little cranky looking.
Husband says, “Hey, I’ve been washing and detailing Ruby. I just need to put a coat of wax on.”
Wife says, “Mm hmm.”
Husband says, “Hey, why don’t you help?”
Wife says (channeling Mr. Miyagi circa 1984), “But of course darling. I’m really good at waxing off.”
All this juicy blogging makes a gal weary, doll.
Miss Marisol – So good to see you precious. Weary? How so? I do hate to disappoint.
Yeah, but can you “paint the fence”?
Hmm, I think i’ll have to say no on this one. All hail ScottyGee, king of inuendo.
Yes, the first time I read your blog, I assumed that your husband must be one strong willed individual.
Yes
he’s very lucky to have me. I’m very lucky he puts up with me