OK, honey,…I’ll be out in a few minutes…I’m just going to have a shower…try to wash the day away, OK?
I know you want to go to dinner…I’ll just be a few minutes. We can’t go dressed for a funeral anyway. If you don’t want a shower, just get changed then. I just want to take my mind off of things for a few minutes, OK? Then I’ll come out, put my jeans on, and we can go. Whispering to herself, Wow…you would think after something like 17 little sandwiches, a person could stop eating long enough for his wife to take a shower.
And can you PLEASE hang up your suit? It’ll be a lot easier to iron again when we get home if you don’t ball it up and throw it in a corner like you usually do.
My God, I do love that man, but if I come out and he’s thrown that suit over the chair, I swear I’ll kill him. OK, no, I don’t mean that…that was a horrible thing to say today of all days.
It just seems so unreal…I can’t believe we’ve just been to the funeral of someone we went to high school with. We can’t be that old…not that 45 is old, it’s just that …ah Hell…maybe it is.
Natural causes my ass…there is nothing natural about a man dying of a heart attack at 45. It’s just wrong.
Maybe we should be looking at our lifestyle…I mean we could all eat less red meat and more vegetables, and drink less, and exercise more…but who has the time or money for that? And besides, I know myself…I’ll be a champion at it for about 4 days, and then I’ll make nachos for dinner on a Friday night and that’ll be that.
Honey, could you hand me my makeup bag please? Yes, the ugly one with the blue flowers…yeah, that’s it…ok, thanks. I’ll be out in ten…maybe fifteen.
Hey, nice water pressure…oh, my feet are so sore…I hate those shoes. But I suppose I only ever wear them for funerals, so what are you gonna do? I’m not buying another pair just for…for…for…oh GOD…no…
I can’t do this…why…why…why…oh God…not him…why him…
OK. Get ahold of yourself…stand up and get it together…there is no reason for your husband to know now…it’s been almost 30 years, and now he’s…he’s…aaaahhhhhhh……
Cough cough…ahem…ahem…
Yes, hon, I’m fine,…listen…why don’t you just go ahead and get a drink downstairs? I’ll be down in a bit…no sense you waiting up here. I’ll be a few minutes yet.OK…yeah…I love you too. See you down there.
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I like it! Thought her hubby was going to drop dead, but instead you threw in the affair. Nice! You have talent! Congrats. Will continue to read. Have also posted a blog that I started in April...but never got back to. You've inspired me to start finding the time to write. If you're interested, here's the link: http://katerpillartobutterfly.blogspot.com/
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