Okay, I mean it this time. I’m going to blog again if it kills me. I’ve been MIA for a while. I don’t even know where to begin as to why. Our lives have unfortunately been full of hospitals, nursing homes, and funerals here lately. Not pertaining to anyone in our immediately little family of four, but close enough in relation that it’s hard to pick up and move on after the fact. But don’t worry, I’m not going to blog about that because it’s quite depressing and I’m through with sad stuff for a while. Today, I’m going to blog about the most wonderful hubby I’ve ever had. (Yes, I’ve only been married the one time, but I still think he’s pretty great.)
For Valentine’s Day this year, the plan was that there was no plan. We normally take a little weekend trip, but as I mentioned earlier, things have been a wee bit hectic and it just didn’t seem to be in the cards for us this time around. I came into work the Friday before Valentine’s Day expecting it to be just like any other day. As I turned the corner into my office, I saw a vase of roses, a box of chocolates, and a card. How romantic is that?! The card contained tickets to the symphony and reservations for a hotel room afterward. Woo Hoo! I was excited that I immediately started planning what to pack in my head.
The drive there was great! My husband drove and I read a book. (It’s the little things that make me happy. Can you tell?) It was freezing cold outside so a turtleneck sweater, pencil skirt and hooker boots was the closest thing to sexy that I cared to pull off for our evening’s date. Women were there dressed anywhere from evening gowns to jeans. Some were even down right scandalous in tube top mini dresses and bare legs. I had to wonder if those same women walked to the venue in the same frigid temps I did. I was feeling pretty comfortable since my attire fell somewhere in between the two extremes. As we were waiting to be seated, I noticed the lady in front of us. Perhaps I should say there was no way to miss the lady in front of us. She wore a one-shouldered black mini dress. Her hair was bleached blonde and came down to her waist (extensions I’m assuming) and she had it curled and pulled into a low side pony tail. As she turned around, I noticed she was at least 20 years her date’s junior and I hate to sound petty, but I’m guessing he was rich because they just didn’t quite match, if you know what I mean. She was eyeballing my date but I can’t say that I blame her. He’s a pretty good piece of eye candy if I do say so myself.
The symphony was wonderful. The only downfall was that I was seated next to a young woman who insisted on running her fingernails down the length of a strand of her hair over and over. Hubby suggested I simply ignore it but it literally had the same effect on me as nails on a chalkboard. Despite the fact that I kept giving her the stink eye, she continued to push me to the brink of insanity until after intermission when I swapped seats with my good looking date to let him endure the madness for a while. He didn’t find it so easy to ignore her once he was in my shoes, or rather my seat. Ha!
When we got back to the hotel, we were both hungry but didn’t feel like fighting the young, partying crowd that lingered outside. Instead, we ordered pizza and hubby went down to the lobby to pick it up. As he watched out the door for the delivery, he opened the door for several guests returning to their rooms. (He really goes overboard with the southern hospitality sometimes.) One of the times he did so, three inebriated middle aged walked inside. Hubby said something like “welcome back” and their only reply was “thanks”. A few minutes later, the front desk received a call concerned because when the women arrived to their room to find the door ajar. They requested someone from security come check things out. An elderly man promptly answered the call and returned a few minutes later laughing. Apparently, the women thought my husband was security and made up the whole story so he could come upstairs. I have to give them an 'A' for effort on that one but I do have to wonder what they were going to do with him once he got there…
I’m thinking he may need full supervision from now on.
