Well, we've returned to Paradise, after spending time with the ‘kid’ and ‘d-in-law’ and the ‘gbabies’ in Canada. Infact, I was having such a good time I stayed one month longer than Hub, so i waved him goodbye as he returned on his own.
Now over the 37+ years together we have had separate vacations before, but never for a month and now I know why.
‘Whacha talking about?’ answers dazed.
I walk over to the diningroom chairs and hold up shirts and shorts... “And these belong down here, because?”
Feeling my blood pressure rising I slowly venture into the kitchen and discover there is NO counter space... “And all these med’s, vitamins and booze bottles are here because??”
“Let's see...you have one coffee maker on the kitchen counter, which I’m not finished talking about yet fella AND now, here, there’s two more coffee makers PLUS 23 cups! When are we ever going to use 23 cups????”
I shake my head and see our lovely Mexican chair we had purchased last year. Taking all the scuba gear off and from under it, I drop it into the middle of the floor... “And you haven’t used this stuff in three months! Why is it all still here?”
I watch him go over to the couch, where I lean over and ask ...“And do we have a date for this aquatic adventure?”
Later I go to the fridge to check what needs to be picked up... “OMG there’s no room in the fridge!”
The next day I've calmed down somewhat and besides I have a few things to do, so I take out a wrench and then have to put it down to answer the phone.