Spring break ain't what it used to be.
It was a fantastic time for me back in high school. It was a time for *not* waking up at the crack of dawn to catch the bus. It was a time of eating whatever happened to be in the fridge at the time and drinking mom's entire 24-pack of diet Sprite. It was a time of all-day Nintendo in your pajamas.
These days, when other people are going on spring break, I'm still going in to work each morning, still getting up, still showering and shaving, still stumbling down the steps in a mild stupor and climbing into my truck, still making the drive in to the office. Amazingly, once I'm in the office parking lot, I get to catch a bus again to take me up to the building. Yes, friends, our parking lot is large enough to merit shuttle service.
Anyway, the wife has it a little different. She's back in school. This week was truly a respite for her. She still had to go to work, but she didn't have to sweat school assignments there for a while. Being the awesome husband that I am, when she requested that I unplug from everyone and everything for the week and spend the time with her exclusively, I didn't blink. I put my messenger on Away for the grand majority of the time, made not a single outgoing call, and gave her my full attention.
We spent most of the time playing WoW, watching House, and buying stuff with the portion of our tax return we set aside to just have fun with. It was all for her this past week, I endeavored to do nothing selfish and tried not to ignore or put off any request she made. Anyone who knows me, knows this sort of behavior does not come naturally, at least not to me. Who loves ya, baby?
It was a pretty good time. Starting tonight the wife is on a new batch of classes, and I am back on my various messengers. Feel free to drop me a line!
6 comments:
Welcome back to the real world. :-p
I was never a big fan of that show... or MTV in general for that matter. :-P
The real unreal world of bling-daloo-daloo-daloo-bling-daloo-daloo-daloo-bling-daloo-bling-daloo-daloo-bling-daloo-ohmygodiwishhedmutehisdamnims-daloo-daloo-daloo-daloo-bling-daloo.
But yes, much appreciated dear. It was nice having you all to myself and I myself not having panic attacks or severe exhaustion.
Further gratitude for assisting with the carpets, taking me shopping, putting up with my loopy moods, introducing me to a show whose protagonist I can commiserate with, and not guilting me about Perfect World (for Cheerleaders and Ken Dolls and Furries of All Sorts)
;)
Not to mention:
Skata-taka-tata-klok-skata-ska-ska-takkle-claka-THOCK.
Katakatakatakatakata-tok-tok-tok-teeka-tika-teek-tehka-kita-THOCK.
TOK-TOK-TOK-a-tekatikatikatakatakac-clak-clat-tik-THOCK.
Hilarious. My word verification nonsense noun is frexica. Sounds like a new medicine to control a fictitious allergy to pineapples, sawdust, and giving a damn.
Yes, that's Frexica. Get what you can out of life!
O M G
I don't know why, but your fictional medication is making me laugh uncontrollably here in my cube. I'm getting some weird looks from passers-by.
You have to put together a flyer for it. :P
Side effects of Frexica may include: dizziness, nausea, headache, heart palpitations, acute anemia, muscle fatigue, bleeding ulcers, genital swelling, reduced libido, weight gain, depression, plantar warts, spontaneous blood fountains from all orifices, false sense of security, aperture in bank account, addition to excessively long list of prescription drugs taken, delusion, and the ability to make people feel really, really sorry for you for no legitimate reason.
Frexica! Get what you can out of life!
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