Lately, my husband, whom I love to the brink of homicide, has been given to saying “after all this time”. The little black dress of phrases, it can be dressed up or down to suit any occasion. Sometimes he says, “After all this time you should just know.” Once in a while he says, “After all this time, blah-blah” big blue eyes, dimpled grin, and I’m a goner.
After all this time he still inspires me to uncharitable thoughts. Saturday, we went fishing, not because I was all hot to be trapped in the damn boat all day, but because I am the superior being, and he hasn’t had a day off since Methuselah was a boy. There were things I would have preferred to do; however, I am GOOD NATURED and KIND HEARTED.
We bushwhack out into the willy-wags (not really but we were a long way away from anything), get in the damn boat, ready to get underway, when I can’t find my water. I mention that I can’t find it, that it must be in the truck. I did not receive a kind hearted, good natured response. No! What I got was the nasty eye roll. I don’t take to impatience tinged with sarcasm.
Don’t you worry about me, Honey. I’m at that age, you know what I’m talking about- fluctuations and wild variances. “Officer, I have no idea how it happened. He asked for the oar, I wasn’t paying attention, and the next thing I knew I’d knocked him overboard and blood was gushing out his ears.”
I found the water, it was in the boat, but I didn’t let that keep me from thinking uncharitable thoughts.