Gather 'round, children, and I'll weave you a tale.
This afternoon, Chris and I ended up napping for many hours after the Christmas dinner, he because he didn't get enough sleep last night, and I because I was in Incredible Amounts of Pain as a result of the seven block walk lugging the world's heaviest cooler filled with food and dishes. [That turned out to be a bad idea after all, and I nearly passed out half-way there, ended up pulling something in my shoulder, and spent much of the day unable to lift anything. (Seriously, I needed to use two hands to lift my cup of juice, and I was shaking the whole time. Bad news.)]
As a result of all that collective exhaustion, we ended up skipping Marriage Course tonight. Instead, we decided to have an ad hoc supper and watch Shadowlands, and we were going to be as comfortable as possible. I chose a long-sleeved t-shirt and my red yoga pants, and Chris chose his red shorts of glory with a sweatshirt. However, he couldn't find said red shorts, and so he decided that wearing his boxers around looked enough like he was wearing shorts.
We were lazing on the futon, about to set up the movie, when there was a knock on the door; we saw the top of our landlady's head through the door's window! As I ran to get the door (looking ruefully at the dirty dishes around me, and my own slovenly appearance), my lovely husband, realising he was wandering the house in his underwear, took off running! He ran and locked himself into our tiny bathroom.
Joyce brought down cake from their little boy's birthday party (it turns out that we have the same birthday!), and a Christmas present. We also had some business stuff to figure out, and so we sat down for a moment. And we talked about birthdays, and about going home for Christmas, and about the weather...
I confess that I perhaps forgot about my husband.
I'm not sure how long Joyce was there, but then I was telling her about Chris's upcoming birthday, and about how I'll be away, when the thought occurred to me: "Where is Chris?" I ended the visit shortly thereafter.
I found Chris huddled behind the bathroom door, eating the rest of his supper. I'm still not sure why he didn't run the one extra step and hide in our bedroom, where he would have been comfortable, and where there would have been pants. Especially considering the fact that he had time to grab his supper.
But at least now we both have our martyrdom stories for the day.
4 comments:
I cannot stop laughing!
That is like the time that Aunty Darlene made Dad hid in the closet because her friend was coming over and he was still in his jammies. Then she forgot he was in there, took her sweet precious time and had more toast. You're not getting older, you are just getting more like Aunty Darlene.
I heart Chris and Mary! And that was a great story.
he should have grabbed some beans and cut them while he waited.
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