I took my Doctor Pepper cans from the last couple months to the recycling place the other day and got 11.75 back. Not quite the self sustaining habit that I'm trying to convince my beloved that it is.
Lots has happened since I last wrote, but I can't remember half of it.
I just know that it happened.
Oh well.
I'd ask my love but I have gotten quite numb to the response "Are you serious?"
I think Alzheimer's is setting in a tad early this generation. Someone asked the name's of my in-laws last week or something and I totally drew a blank. It was as if the little men in my head got a tad over zealous in last years spring cleaning. I'm getting quite used to the evenings when she starts getting ready to go somewhere; I know I better start getting ready too, even though I have no idea for what. AND I DARE NOT ask where we are going as an exasperated sigh would most definitely precede a "Honey we TALKED about this YESTERDAY!" If I had forgotten myself and asked the first question, I would most definitely save myself with a "oooohh yeah that, I'm sorry I didn't realize what time it was I should get ready too." That usually works until I have finished with my shower and i'm in the closest wracking my brain trying to figure out what's going on and what the appropriate attire would be. There's a secret to that one too. "Hey did you have something particular in mind that I should wear? Did you want to match or something?" Usually that would be where I get the "Not really, were just going to my parents ya know" or a "yeah it would be nice if you wore your dark slacks and the green turtle neck" or whatever. Rarely I am totally up a creek when she would answer just wear what you usually do. Then I gotta come clean and the chris hits the fan and she starts going on that I always forget and I need to try harder and blah blah blah.
It's almost better to just go out in the slacks and the sweater and get a "are you seriously gonna wear that?"
"Too much?" I answer.
"uh yeah, we're just going to Joplin to do some Christmas shopping"
"Well... um.. I felt like dressing up"
4 comments:
heh heh heh!! you make me laugh chris!!
"the chris hits the fan"!
HA!
I like.
Nothing like the Mrs telling you that you don't match. Good times.
I don't think it's this generation, I think it's our family. Sometimes I can't remember my own name. Have you ever started to put a gallon of milk away in the microwave?... Just a hypothetical question.
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