Are You a Duck???

So with last week pretty much being just me and hubby, we were in some dangerous territory. Without a four-year-old shimming in between us, the week could have gone something like this, "So." (funny head nod) "How about this weather, eh." (more funny head nods)

But alas, we escaped the treacherous time spent without a wedging four-year-old and have made it to the other side.

I'm sure every married person has had the experience of waking up in the morning, brushing their teeth and wondering, "How did I end up here, with this person, forever? (Please tell me you have)

Actually, for me I think it's more like a longing for a little variety, like maybe if he could just morph into somebody even a tad bit different for a day just to change it up a little. Heck, I'd even go for different mole placement for a day sometimes, just to keep it interesting.

Yet despite the fact that I would like a morphing husband, we seem to do alright. He does know how to make me want to hurl his massive self into the lake sometimes though. Like just the other night, I was up late and he had already gone to bed (thank God, sometimes it's like trying to get a little kid to go to bed) and after reading my Bible and some F. Scott Fitzgerald for awhile, I turned out the light and rolled over to go to sleep. Just when I was nice and cozy, he asked me, "Are you a duck?"

"What in the heck are you talking about?"

"Are you a duck." "Do you like to quack," he asked.

Then he started mumbling something about ropes and belts or something. I don't know. See, his conversations when he's 1/3 coherent (which could be the middle of the day for all I know) just seriously irk me. Am I duck, no, I'm not a duck, and if you are having some weird dreams about ducks, keep them to yourself.

So I guess his half-coherent-ness isn't so predictable, and now that I think about it, Kaydn Rye and I have been together now for quite a few years, yet I don't seem to get as bored with Kaydn Rye. I guess maybe because he looks an inch taller everyday, so that's changing it up enough. And he'll ask me things like, "Can you quack," but I guess I don't find it as annoying. And Gertie of course can go from shaggy to shaved in a matter of hours, so whenever she gets boring she's pretty easily changeable.

I don't know, hubby's probably thinking he has the opposite problem. He could probably use a little more stability, but alas, I am what I am. I'm like a box of chocolates, if only they were all the gooey caramel nut clusters.




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