To mark Veterans Day, my husband’s company gave its employees the day off.
I still had to go to work, even though my company has promised to grant me and other workerbees a floating holiday to use by year’s end. We’ll see about that.
Anyway, this situation made for a very jealous Minal this morning, as I dragged ass to clothe and groom myself while Ben stayed in bed all cozy and warm.
He did get up to help me pack my lunch — a very husbandly nicety.
He was so husbandly, in fact, that as I pulled out of the garage and onto our street, still grouchy, Ben was standing outside our front door, with a paper or magazine in one hand and a coffee mug (empty, because he doesn’t drink coffee) in another. He looked at me, grinned and raised the mug √† la Ward Cleaver.
His hokeyness made me laugh so loud through my open window I worried the entire cul-de-sac heard.
“He’s totally the man for me,” I thought.