I’m Hydrating, Honey
Here’s what it’s like to be laid off: My husband walked past the guest room, looked in and said, “are you drinking wine and working out?” My reply, “it’s 49, 50, a spritzer, 51, I’m hydrating, 52.”
“It’s fine,” he said, “I just wanted to confirm what I was seeing – do you know what time it is?”
My reply: “Of course! All My Children is on, so it’s somewhere between 1 and 2 pm.”
“Just checking,” he said. God bless my non-judgmental hubby.
Being laid off might have given me some time to smell the roses, except that I can’t find any damn roses to bury my schnoz in — are roses just totally outre in the gardening world? But I did manage to find wild strawberries down by the dead end that we all “walk” our dogs to (read: take our dogs to pee and poop so we don’t besmirch our own precious emerald-green suburban lawns).
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