Monday, March 1, 2010
WAIT A MINUTE
My husband likes to share with our friends that he spoils me. I'm not arguing, because he does. He does so many things for me that are wonderful. Like always keeping the car full of gas. In fact, since we've been married I think I've only made one or maybe two trips to the gas station. He does most of the yard work, takes out the trash, and a few months ago when I pulled some of the hair out of my head from frustration he took over the laundry. He loves to go shopping with me and seems to enjoy our time together. We laugh together about a lot of things. That's probably one of the best aspects of our marriage, the silly things we laugh about. Just a few days ago I was working in my office. I had papers scattered across my desk, and was trying to make sense of research I've been doing for my latest work in progress. Completely focused on what I was doing, I heard a little voice from the living room. "Honey, do you know it's lunch time? I'm hungry." Okay sweetheart let me drop everything and rush right out to the kitchen. Wait a minute. I'm spoiled?