For Your Eyes Only

Today my wife sent me this text:

Sexy…

I unlocked my phone so I could respond. As expected, my phone deposited me at the text messaging application. I quipped:

Want me to shake it for you? ;-)

I waited and waited for my wife to respond. Finally, about five minutes later, I received a reply:

Home Alone

My wife and I just moved. We’ve been living out of boxes ever since we arrived 6 weeks ago. In fact, for the last 4 weeks, it’s just been me at home. She’s in another state trying to prepare our house for renting out so I am left here taking care of the house trying to keep up with all the work I need to do.

I usually make breakfast for myself on my way to work. In our previous house, it was a homemade sausage, egg, and English muffin breakfast sandwich. $1.50 in materials and 2 minutes to make. Unfortunately, I haven’t found a store here that carries the egg patties. Worse, I haven’t found the toaster, so I have been eating the English muffins without toasting them.

Not cooking English muffins has worked so far, but the last few days my stomach has started to churn. So much so that just the thought of untoasted muffins makes my tummy tumble.

The Purple Pal

Traveling through the security gates, today, one of the agents commented ”Nice bag!”

”Yeah, my wife loves it.” With a genuine smile.

Not 10 minutes earlier, my wife commented on the fact that I am willing to travel with this bag...and that I have glitter all over my face from her lip gloss. But I digress.

Mirror Images

My wife and I were at her friend's house admiring his new exercise equipment which its setup in the garage. She mentions to his wife that she could decorate his garage as well. They start talking about various accessories, the sealer that could be put on the floor, and what could be done with the walls.

”You could install mirrors on the walls so that he could observe his technique.”

”Oh, that could work.”

Luck be a Lady

A few weeks ago my wife and I needed to catch a plane from Seattle to Utah for vacation. We had recently moved to the Puget Sound area for a new job opportunity, and I wanted to maximize my work hours.

We planned out the trip so that she came out and picked me up and then headed to the airport. Traffic on a Friday, starting sometime before 4, is abysmal. Thankfully we could get into the carpool lane, but even then it was slow as molasses.

At some point we got stuck behind a motorcyclist with his lady-friend on the back seat who would only go 30 mph above what the neighboring traffic was traveling at, even though there no cars in sight in front of him. Grumble grumble grumble.

Sweet Assurances

I was on my way home from work today when my wife called. I had just gotten on the shuttle bus and was on my way to a drop-off point where I would transfer to another station.

We talked for a while about how our day was going. In the mean time the bus stopped at a midpoint and several passengers disembarked.

As the shuttle got moving again, my wife and I got into a discussion about how much we love each other. Many days, regardless of how well or poorly the day went, we just can’t wait to see each other again.