More patience than I have. Luckily I married the world's best man, willing to come home from a 10-hour workday and dig into a job he didn't know he'd signed up for.
The Holiday Open House for the Rockingham County Arts Council will be held Sunday, December 13th and invitations go out this week. That means 1500 brochures that must be folded, then stuffed, along with printed invitations, into envelopes, which must then be sealed shut.
I figured Blair and I would sit in front of the TV for about 2 or 2 1/2 hours and get the job done.
Four hours into the task and we were about two-thirds of the way done. My lower back was screaming from being hunched over, folding and stuffing, and I fear Blair may have depleted his saliva stores for life.
I stayed in a good mood for the first three hours, at which point I started muttering about how my volunteering days were over. Blair, cheerful as always, tried to humor me out of it.
"We're a team," he said. "Isn't it nice, working together? Hasn't this been nice, spending time together?"
"Shouldn't you be licking something?" I said, glaring at him.
I'll try to adjust my attitude for tonight. Another 500 envelopes await us...