If you have no idea who I’m talking about, Tim’s my husband, aka The Perfectionist.
Glad we all now have a little background.
So, last night at dinner, Tim asks me to read an email he sent to his sister – thanking her for the, “Congrats on Two Years!” email she sent to us.
I get to the end of his response and read: “Can’t wait to see you! Only four more days!”
I look up, about to tell him I’m slightly confused and before I can get the words out, he smiles all, “It’s good, isn’t it?”
Part of my brain – the part that tries to keep me out of trouble – is saying, “LET HIM DOWN EASY!”
Problem is, that part is a little too submissive and the other, more dominant half jumps in and instead I say, “Four days? Wanna clue me in? Are you planning a little solo trip?”
Cause…last time I checked, we weren’t due in Rochester for a few weeks.
I barely got that sentence out before Tim’s eyes got all wide and his mouth made this “O” shape…the look you get when the realization hits you like a wallop from the backend of a shovel.
The “OH SHIT. I MESSED UP” look.
Yeah, that one.
Well, it was plastered all over his face when our server came to ask if we needed anything. One glance and she ran off to collect about thirty Diet Cokes, an entire loaf of bread with a stick of stick of butter jammed in the top and one of those mini birthday cakes with ten bazillion sprinkles, whipped cream a candle.
Food makes it all better, she says. And sprinkles. Sprinkles work every time.
Tim recovered enough to ask me to count the days until said trip – TWICE – to make sure he got the total right the second time around.
Wait, let me repeat that…had a nice ring to it: THE SECOND TIME AROUND.
Tim, Mr. Triple-Check-To-Verify-All-Facts-And-Figures-Before-Giving-A-Response needed a do-over.
How often do I get to say that?
Hope you have a great day…cause that certainly made mine.