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Yesterday I left the kids at home, idling in their summer torpor, and met Matt for lunch. After a pleasant interlude, we were walking out, and I said, "Do you like my toenails?" I gestured to my blue polish, which I thought was rather jaunty.
"Yes," he said.
"I did that myself, because I am frugal," I said.
"That's what passes for being frugal now?" he asked.
"Well," I explained, "With tip, it would have been $25 if I'd paid someone to do it."
"Well," he replied, "You could pay someone to wipe your ass."
Um? If anyone can penetrate the labyrinthine convolutions of this husband-logic, please elucidate. Because I was all, whut, and then like, sweetie, I love you so much that I want you to savor this moment of makin' your point and being right, right here on the sidewalk. Zing! Only what I actually said was, "Uhhh...." But it was in there, in the silence maybe.
Last week we were on vacation in the Berkshires. Matt's brother and my lovely sister-in-law have a lake cottage, and we all crammed ourselves into it for a wonderful week of reading and swimming and doing nothing. One night, as Matt and I climbed into bed in our little white bedroom, it struck me that we had spent the entire day side-by-side and were now tucking in to spend several hours in a row right up against each other.
I said, drowsy, "It's nice that we don't get sick of each other."
"Yes," he said. "And for whatever reason, I've decided my highest purpose in life is to please you."
"I like all of that," I said, "Except for the 'for whatever reason.'"
And he laughed with a self-congratulatory giggle that rolled out the open window, wafted through the cool night air, and disturbed some nesting loons, possibly.
That is what's up around here. I'll be back. Meantime, I hope there's somebody who wants to please you. xoxo