Wednesday, February 20, 2008
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You're wonderful
Becky said that to me last night.
Or something like that. Actually, she said, "you're a wonder." This was the end of the conversation we had, as I nodded off to sleep, thinking -- ain't that sweet?
What it was, was -- she asked me, at the end of a long, tiring day, to see if I could find the house file, so she could talk to a banker about refinancing the house. I was busy blogging our evening dinner, and very focused, as men tend to be, and said, "sure," when she asked me if it was filed under the H's. "Yeah, probably so."
So she went and looked under the H's and couldn't find it.
But before I finish this story, I need to say, there are other names she sometimes calls me, like "Mr. Excitement," because of things like sitting on the sofa together and watching a movie, left.Or, at least -- I watch the movie.
She watches the movie and works a puzzle at the same time, as women who are multi-taskers often do.
And keeps up with the movie better than I do, actually.
Puzzles do that for the female brain, I suppose.
Me -- I've gotta be totally absorbed in the movie.
But I digress. She asked me if I would go find the house file before coming to bed. Blogging our dinner last night took me past my normal bedtime of 8:30 -- which is another reason she calls me Mr. Excitement, btw -- so I was hoping she'd forget about the house file and let me sleep.
But, no, she was focused, so I went to my desk and pulled out the file drawer, and flipped through it, and found a file labled Shreveport Houses.
She asked, "Where did you find it?"
I said, "Under the S's."
I coulda just left it at that, but I noticed the look of incredulity on her face, and went on to explain it this way: You should be logical and organized like me, and then you could find stuff.
There was this uproarious laughter from her side of the bed. I didn't realize I was making her so happy.
That's when she said it -- "You're a wonder."
And realizing it wasn't gonna get any better, I nodded off for the night.
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Now that was a funny story. Unsure of the term of a title with a hint and almost ends in the opposite of what you were thinking.
---Reminds me of a ending like that...New years eve about 14 years ago. I just got off work at about 11 p.m. (I was a Nurse Tech still in school prior to becoming an RN) I was excited about getting home, and maybe having an intimate evening with Rachel. Something about getting romantic "until the next year" was a cheap thrill back then.
I get into the apartment and all the lights are off except for this candle in the kitchen..."Oh yes, it's Love Doctor time!" ...There's a Note! The note begins with a "Cezar, I'm in Bed"....OH Yes! I'm liking it already! Then it continues, "I think I got sick for some spoiled fudge I made. I've been vomiting and sick to my stomach all night. Please don't shake the bed when you go to sleep. HAPPY NEW YEAR, Rachel" Talk about the balloon deflating. Oh well.
You are wonderful!
El C.
DId he really just say love doctor time? Dave, I liked this post. Good stuff! :) M