Wednesday, August 03, 2005
he's home! for a little while . . .
i drove home from work last night feeling oh so tired (exhausted to be more specific). i was thinking about how i was going to have to stay up late waiting for my husband to come home hungover, dehydrated and sunburnt from his rafting trip. i missed him a lot and knew i couldn't sleep without him being there anyway, so i was making plans about how i would get home from class at about 9:30 and sit up with the new harry potter book and read until he came home.i opened the front door and sitting in front of me on the steps that lead up to our apartment was this pile of smelly camping gear and sopping wet shoes.
"jon?" is he up there?
no answer.
i grab the mail off the floor and take it with me up the stairs.
on the couch sat my husband wrapped in a towel, watching "return of the king," and eating macaroni and cheese out of the pot with a big wooden spoon.
"hooray!"
i went to climb on the couch with him and give him a hug and he said, "you need to stay away from my stomach."
"are you sick?"
"no."
"sunburnt?"
"not really."
"hungover?"
"yes."
there were 14 guys. 900 beers. and 3 days.
being surrounded by guys made him revert back to his bachelor days i noted as i shared the rest of the mac n' cheese out of the pot with him. and i noticed that none of the guys had felt comfortable enough in their manhood to help put sunscreen on each other's backs.
he told me about sleeping in the rain the first night (leading to sleeping in the mud) and sleeping with spiders the next.
"i just kept drinking so i could fall asleep without being worried about the spiders."
i told him about my wild weekend with my little sisters and how exhausting it was.
i told him i was quite happy and content that he was back.
i really just don't function well without him.
did i mention he's going to alaska without me later this month?
say it don't spray it 8:17 AM
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