I tried not to laugh, really I did.
Piping hot, the coffee sat at his side waiting for his complete attention. One sip, and the cup slipped from his hands, falling to his lap. I watched stunned, as the formerly sleepy man did a mad dance in the living room, stripping out of black jeans while moving toward the bathroom.
I followed him there. First inquiring after his health, I meekly asked if he needed any help whilst he doused, well, himself with cold water.
Now donned in loose fitting boxers and a One Time Blind tee, he sits in the same chair watching "Kavic, Hero of the Arctic," and comments aloud that coffee still sounds like a good idea.
I sit in here where he can't see; shoulders shaking as I muffle my hysterical laughter.
About Me
- tomirose
- I'm a wife of a wonderful man, mom to three awesome children. I like to laugh, encourage, and I would love to write. I think community is a wonderful thing, and I'd like people to be less cynical about church, not THE church, but the institution that we call the church. I think soul patches, piercings and tattoos are kinda cool; attitudes are not. Sometimes I lie in bed and think about weird things.. like why I like the taste of bubblemint gum, but despise the taste of our youngest son's bubblemint flavored toothpaste, or if our older children have already met their future spouses, how amazing it is that I've been married to the same man for thirty-two years, and why dryer lint looks the way it does. I hate having cold feet, being too hot, and stubbing my pinkie toe. I like to read pretty much anything but angsty poetry, well no I lied..not about the angsty poetry, but I don't much like to read biographies either. Laundry is the bane of my existence, along with cleaning out the refrigerator, and just plain cleaning.
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