Hey There,
It is Tuesday night again already, I swear the weeks are flying by like a jet engine, faster then a speeding bullet. For the love of life slow down already!
Tuesday evenings are usually my favorite night, I get to relax and watch Chef Ramsey kick and scream at want to be chefs. I think it would be so much fun and scary to be on that show, just to be able to cook with all those people would be worth the yelling. Well I don't like the gas stoves, now that would be scary. I probably would burn the place down when the flames come rolling out of the skillets OOOHHHHH not a good thing. So guess what is on in its place, baseball! I"ll tell you those people that schedule shows sure know how to mess up a girls evening.
So what do I get to do now, I get to sit in the living room and listen to the mother in-law sniff and wipe her nose. I couldn't take it anymore so I decided I would come in the computer room and visit with you. So lets get to visiting because this is the night the husbands mother spends the night and after she goes to bed I can't be on the computer. WHY? You ask, well her bed in is the computer room. Every Tuesday she spends the night........ My whole evening is all screwed up!!!!
So what did everyone do this weekend? Hopefully you had a chance to just relax and have some fun. Summer is almost over, well it is over around here because it is only 65 outside. What in the world is happening to our summers? I can remember when summer began in May and now we don't even have summer until like the middle of July. Oh sure we have some days that are in the high nineties but this is suppose to be summer. The days are suppose to be hot, long and full of life.
Husband says that as long as he doesn't have to turn on the furnace or the air conditioner he is a happy man. We have no air conditioning in our home, unless husband decides it is to hot and then we get one put in the window like right now......here is how it all went down.
One(and the only) day we had some pretty high temps, I think it was 103 degrees. We came home from work and the house which had been closed up all day was like in the nineties and it didn't cool off at all. Now remember I get up at four in the morning to be to work by four-thirty. I usually am in bed between eight and eight-thirty. Who can sleep in a sauna, our room gets the morning, afternoon and evening sun and so it was like blazing hot in there. Finally around nine-thirty husband says OK I can't take it anymore, I am going down for an air conditioner.
So he gets the conditioner in the window and it takes about a half hour to get the room cooled down. Finally I can go to bed, oh he can join me if he wants but he better not touch me, I am hot enough.
You see we sleep in a double bed, and have every since we were married thirty-eight years ago. Only problem and it really isn't a problem is we just aren't as petite as we use to be. In fact there I am laying in bed and sweating and his arm is touching mine, do you know how hot flesh feels against hot flesh? It isn't pretty, it makes me a big ball of nerves. I am thinking to myself, why is he on my side? Why can't he stay on his own side? Oh my gosh he is really hogging the bed tonight. I can't stand it anymore I have to say something to him. Husband, can you please move over to your own side of the bed? I am laying on the edge and I can't more over anymore, your touching me and I am to hot to be touched.
I don't believe it, husband says he is on his side and in fact he is on the edge. No your not I tell him your on my side. So what does he do, he puts something right by my arm and tells me to get up so I can see where I am laying. Dang, I don't believe it, I am taking up my half of the bed and he is right he is on his side. OK already I will turn over onto my side but don't touch me.
Well I think I better put the husbands mother to bed so I can relax and have a cup of hot chocolate and watch a little television before I have to go to bed and get up and start another day.
Visit with you next time
Carolyn
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