Friday, August 28, 2009

Peace is Coming...

After Husband charges out of here, that is. I got back from coffee early this morning to find Husband, hair ruffly, saying he wasn't ready to leave for the men's retreat after work. I offered to pack -- he accepted!

Husband also said wistfully, 'Who am I going to snuggle with tonight?' I suggested his best friend (and hunting buddy) Tommy! Which got a snort from Husband...and a smile from me.

Cooler today. Oops, Husband just banged in for lunch. Gotta go...


Sue Cahill said...

You just made me laugh, my husband is a very capable, intelligent man but he acts like a lost child when he has to pack. I've been treating him like a kid for a couple of years now, making him pack and suffer the consequences if he does a bad job. One trip he didn't pack socks but packed 17 pairs on underwear for 5 days!

By the time he dies he may get it right. (I also make him unpack - another source of distress for him and humor for me).

Thanks for the chuckle.

Sue Cahill (sbonetsue at yahoo dot com)

Allison Ann Aller said...

I think you'll be hearing from me and Sue Cahill a lot in the next two weeks!
Hope your week-end is proceeding blissfully.... ;-)

Melisa @ Sweet Home said...

I used to help DH pack for his hunting trips just to hurry him along! I cherished those couple of days by myself, but was alway glad when he got back home!

Mary said...

It got cold here in Illinois two nights ago. Where did the summer go? Found myself curling up to my husband to get warm during the night. Nice that they are there for the warmth.

I Triple-Dog-Dare You!

Just for fun... then say, "Shhhhh. Don't tell anyone..."