I cracked up when husband came home from having an oil change at Ford this a.m. with a sour tragic look on his attractive Nordic face. “What’s wrong? ” I said, the happy author and cheerleader of our home. “Leaking gas gaskets.”
Well, the car is old-a senior like us, so what did he expect? “$900.00 early tomorrow morning. You’ll have to follow me and drive me home.”
This is where he stared at me and spoke like a GPS. “Recalculating,” he rephrased his pronouncement. “Are you available tomorrow morning to help me out?”
“Yes, of course, my dear.” Marriage is definitely one long conversation and often you had better ‘Recalculate.’
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