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May. 31st, 2010 03:48 pmI need to get off my duff and get some work done. You know, laundry, wash dishes, sweep the floor. Instead, I called our favorite 'regular' restaurant to see if they were crushed and when I learned that they were between rushes (read: empty), we went to brunch. Then walked the local grocery store to find munchies that would be acceptable to the potato-chips-are-now-banned man.
And now we're home and he's going to watch TV (he thinks he's not going to sleep but I be tyou he will) while I, oh, maybe balance the checking account and pay the end of the month bills that I ignored all this week.
I dropped him off at the store front and went to park the car - nd found myself weeping in the parking lot. How stupid. Yeah, yeah, I know it's got to get out sometime, but still - in the *parking lot*? (My inner voice reminds me that it was the only time I have not been within earshopt of the man since he got home. So okay, I guess it makes sense.)
We came home to a scroll and a card propped up by the front door - how cool was that? It looks as though someone made a big scroll (about the same size as a Torah-scroll) and folks up at this weekend's event signed it. Some of the comments made Bossman snort and smile. Especially from our new Seneschal, "When I asked you to be my drop-dead, I wasn't giving you permission..." and from the Autocrat, who told Bossman that he could have just said, "No" to being the Marshal-in-Charge. Heh. The gentle jibbing (and good wishes) was just what he needed.
And now we're home and he's going to watch TV (he thinks he's not going to sleep but I be tyou he will) while I, oh, maybe balance the checking account and pay the end of the month bills that I ignored all this week.
I dropped him off at the store front and went to park the car - nd found myself weeping in the parking lot. How stupid. Yeah, yeah, I know it's got to get out sometime, but still - in the *parking lot*? (My inner voice reminds me that it was the only time I have not been within earshopt of the man since he got home. So okay, I guess it makes sense.)
We came home to a scroll and a card propped up by the front door - how cool was that? It looks as though someone made a big scroll (about the same size as a Torah-scroll) and folks up at this weekend's event signed it. Some of the comments made Bossman snort and smile. Especially from our new Seneschal, "When I asked you to be my drop-dead, I wasn't giving you permission..." and from the Autocrat, who told Bossman that he could have just said, "No" to being the Marshal-in-Charge. Heh. The gentle jibbing (and good wishes) was just what he needed.
