Today's entry is challenging to write on many levels but it's time to come clean. For the past month, I've been keeping a secret from all of you. A very big secret. But the guilt has been steadily gnawing away at me and, for better or worse, whatever you may think of me, I'm ready to share.
Ready? Here it is.
Blair came downstairs a few minutes ago after having been up in his office talking to my mom on the phone about an issue with her furnace. (The issue being that it's decided to stop working.)
"Your mom's going to come by tomorrow," he said.
"Okay," I answered, then asked jokingly, "So, were you guys talking about me?"
"No."
"Well, why not?"
"You're like Voldemort," said Blair. "We try not to say your name aloud, lest we summon it."
Anyone else deal with this sort of thing in their marriages? Anyone...??
Cheers,
Dena
Blair and I walked to the library on Saturday. It was a beautiful day, sunny and in the 50's. Blair found a book of short stories and I always stockpile 3-4 books so I have something to chose from, depending on my mood.
As we leave the library, Blair is carrying the books but at some point he needed to find something in his wallet so he handed them to me to carry and I just never gave them back. After a few minutes, he looked over at me, frowning.
"What?" I asked.
"Something doesn't seem right. Hang on." He took several quick strides so he was walking about three paces ahead of me. Or rather, I was walking three steps behind him.
"There. That's more like it," he said over his shoulder. "And I'll expect you to get my dinner started when we get home, woman."
I'll say it again. I married a funny, funny guy.
Cheers,
Dena
This morning started out productive enough. I woke up early, at 4:30 am, in full domestic mode. By 5:30 I had chicken baking in the oven and stuffed peppers simmering in the crock pot, the dishwasher was loaded and running, and I was working on a second load of laundry. Satisfied that I was using enough electricity to power a small orbiting space station, I headed into the bathroom to get my shower. And that's when I saw it.
"BLAIR!" I screamed, my emergency broadcast system in full mode. "BLAIR! BLAIR! BLAIR!"
He came bursting into the bathroom, sure someone was murdering me. "WHAT?! WHAT?!"
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