In a remarkably short time frame, my husband accepted a job headquartered in Amsterdam. As he would be deep in deals from the start, it was decided that I would be doing the ‘commuting!’ How could I say no?
Mmmmmmm! My car smells amazing right now! No, it’s not a new car smell
Oh … my … god…. This cannot be happening! This is not good! Honestly, did I just twist my already-troubled back in the slightest awkward angle to flush the toilet in my 1947 “character” home?
Yup … it’s time! I am upstairs right now in our closet looking at my husband’s T-shirt inventory. At last count he has 22 T-shirts, none of which he should ever wear in public.
My husband and I recently ate at a wonderful restaurant. After being seated, I immediately scanned the dining room for other cool people. My eyes quickly settled upon a table of three couples, all very handsomely dressed. The sommelier was anxiously standing by just having presented one of the diners with the bottle of wine they ordered. The wine steward poured the prerequisite 1 ounce of wine to taste for the diner’s approval.
I don’t exactly drink coffee. I love the smell of coffee. I love mocha chip ice cream, and I love the idea, anyway, of a steaming hot aromatic cup of coffee on a rainy Saturday morning.
The shoes my husband wears to work look the same as the ones he wears on weekends, in the rain, and to go outside to get the newspapers at 6 a.m.
I’m a real stickler for correct spelling. I’ve been teaching English to foreign students on and off for many years now and I just cannot help myself from correcting everyone’s spelling – pronunciation and grammar too for that matter.
“I just have to get my Marilyn Monroe poster framed…..TODAY! It will complete my room,” my daughter exclaimed as she bolted down the stairs of our new home.
