Friday, April 20, 2012
Start firing your staplers, people
Yeah/no. It ain't goin' down like that--not after living with him all those years. Sheesh.
So, there has been plenty of discussion on where we are going--because we ARE going somewhere. Just the two of us. Alone. No kids. For a couple of days. Something we have never done in 23 years--we have never taken a vacation without the kids. Ever. I think it is high time we do--although Emma has other thoughts on this plan.
You have to love the discussion--me suggesting Martha's Vineyard, New York City, or perhaps the west coast. Em's pushing Hawaii (like she's going with) and Joe is naming off ridiculous things like Denver, Sarasota or Ft. Lauderdale. Thank god Colin isn't home because I'm sure he'd add to this and make me want to kill them all in one fell swoop.
We went out for dinner last night and the discussion began again. Joe was adamant that Sarasota would be lovely. He took one look at my face and began justifying his case. After a long silence, I finally told him that a good judge of his anniversary spot would be for him to stand up and announce his selection in front of his entire office. You know, make a big announcement where he is taking his bride for their 25th wedding anniversary. And when they start pummeling him with paper clips and wadded up pieces of paper, he'll know. He'll get the message how lame his choices are.
And the whole time we were having this debate over tacos, the waitress kept coming back and forth with extra napkins, drink refills, and inquiries about our dinner. I think she was waiting to see who was gonna win this battle--but Joe was convinced she loved the whole Florida idea and was on his side. Yeah, I think not. No gal is gonna do that to another gal for their anniversary. And she certainly isn't going to give him the "high sign" by passing him the bill for dinner. It doesn't work like that. Girlfriend was thinking he's an idiot--I'm sure of it. She was waiting to see when I was gonna step in and kill him.
There was no more discussion after dinner--Joe knows better. But I can tell you, he's fired up in his quiet Joe way and he's gonna mention it to his co-workers today. What do you bet?
Start wadding now, people at Joe's work.