what passes for excitement in our house:
my husband calls me from florida. vibrantly enthusiastic.
"what's up?"
Him: "I love the gps on this thing..." His new cell phone. "I forgot to pack deodorant, tshirts and razors. Basically everything. It's taking me to Target. It found a Costco.."
me: "Awesome" up to me knees in shit, stress and diapers, hands in the sink. "that's awesome" absently.
Him: I know. I found the hotel, went to the store. It's great! Gotta go"
Hangs up.
Hurrah for him.
Home, about 3 days. I'm doing laundry. I reach into the pile , sift, and feel a thick, soft white. "Not a blanket" flashes through my mind, followed by "Oh, new tshirt. Heh, nice."
Upstairs.
Folding.
Putting away.
Listening to chatter of bedtime books.
Me: folding shirts into drawer... "You know, new tshirts, 8 days away.... This has all the hallmarks of a lifetime movie where you are having an affair.."
Him: What?
Me: You know, new underwear. I motion to the tshirts. When guys have affairs they buy new underwear.
Him: Completely straightfaced. "Yeh. That's exactly what happened." followed by "you know all the ladies love the Kirkland."
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Speaking of cheating, don't think I didn't notice I was ousted for that Fever Woman.
Harumph.
(kidding, course)
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