My husband is a little starved for affection. His Catholic school teaching job has him working all the time—including various Friday night socials and random Sunday morning masses and open houses. Seems he can’t escape his West Virginia coal-miner roots, only company scrip is now company scripture. The hours are long. Marty has seven preps a day and goes to bed at 9:00 so he can wake up at 4:30 to plan classes.
Consequently, he’s tired all the time. Sometimes, even when we can squeeze past our daughter’s open door, he’s too tired for some nine-o’clock nookie. And last night, when Marty got home from the school dance at 11:15, I was asleep.
We just can’t seem to find any time for—you know.
Last night, I reluctantly installed my two-week heart monitor. This morning, in the kitchen, while my daughter was upstairs playing Twisted Sister’s “I Wanna Rock” in her bedroom (her electric guitar and practice amp are up there), Marty said to me, “Show me your titties!”
I grimaced as I lifted my shirt to reveal the electrodes and wires and pads. But this is how long it’s been. He said, “Hey! You look good with medical stuff hooked up to you. Maybe we can get you an IV!”
Hot is great. But hot without humor doesn’t last for twenty-five years.
Flickr has spoiled me. I look for fave buttons on Blogger now.
made me spit water out my nose.
“I wanna rock! (Rock)
Turn it down you say,
Well all I got to say to you is time again I say, “No!”
No! No, No, No, No, No!
Tell me not to play
Well, all I got to say to you when you tell me not to play,
I say, “No!”
No! No, No, No, No, No!
So, if you ask me why I like the way I play it
There’s only one thing I can say to you
I wanna rock! (Rock)”
And he’s right. You DO look great.
Humor is essential, and you guys seem to be perfectly tuned to each other’s sense of humor.
My husband’s a retail manager, but I understand the no time for — you know. At least your daughter occupies herself. If we try to sneak in anything before 9 p.m. it’s always “Mom! Can I have some milk RIGHT NOW?” or “Mom! Dad! Look what the cat’s doing to the bread!” or (my personal favorite) shuffleshuffleshuffle … “Mom? I need some new underwear.”
And he’s right. You seem to look great no matter what.
Funny is sexy, and you are both totally hot!
Oh you guys are gonna LOVE being empty nesters. 😀
And boy do HBB (HalfBrainBoy – 8 year brain tumor survivor) and I know how essential the humor is! WHOOOYeah!
Funny, tomorrow, I am too going to have two of those (not boobs, I mean monitor and something else.) Let’s see… no, let’s bet who is going to live longer!
Why do you have to wear that for two weeks? And how could you? You get more than Blue Choice? Some kind of Pink choice?