Crazy Glue Marriage

Greetings friends! I feel like a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs this morning. 2012 has commenced with a bang! Note to self: update my schedule on the website so you fine folks can play “Where in the world is Shellie?” with me! Suffice to say, a few itty bitty things are falling through the cracks, like, I don’t know– sleeping?! Never fear, though, I’m still getting enough to eat. A country girl can survive and all that. Besides, it’d take more than a busy schedule to keep me from the table. One of the early casualites of the year has been a mixup on posting. Today’s issue was supposed to be last week’s issue and vice versa. It’s not that important, other than I like to keep the site synced with All Things Southern radio. I suppose that’s neither here nor there in your world, so I’ll quit rambling and get on with it. Have a seat, and let’s chat…~smile~

How about one last Christmas memory before we get any further into the New Year? Earlier this season I promised y’all a report from my and Beloved Hubby’s annual togetherness shopping trip. We actually squeezed in two trips this year, which might be a record for us, but today’s story comes from our initial foray. Our mission that day was to buy an artificial tree. We prefer a real one, but knowing we’d be traveling a good bit during the holidays, an artificial tree was the safer choice. That day, as we stood in the mall purchasing our new tree, the bottom proceeded to fall out of the sky. Phil, being the man person whose job it is to do such things, agreed to lug the cumbersome box out to the parking lot in the rain and pick up yours truly at the front door.

Sometime later, I was waiting dutifully at the appointed entrance, just a chatting with our daughter on my cell phone when a truck circled by for the third time. Hmmm…it was hard to see if it was Phil through the driving rain, but once I confirmed his identity, I made a dash for the truck— covering all of twenty feet while still on the phone with Jessica.

Once inside the cab, I was in the process of turning towards Phil and complaining that I had gotten wet when I caught myself in mid-sentence. You’re familiar with the expression “drowned rat?” Well, I can’t use that to describe the Beloved Hubby so we’ll just say Phil looked like he’d taken a full shower in his clothes. What’s more, he was staring at me with the most bemused expression on his face, as if to say, “Oh, really, dear? YOU got wet?!”

It’s been my experience that sharing a laugh is like crazy glue for a marriage. It can bond in as little as thirty seconds— provided you can both find the funny. Fortunately for me, my man has become quite good at it.

Hugs,
Shellie