Okay, I’m not really a bachelor. But my wife won’t be home for the next ten days…so you know what that means! I’m gonna do all the things that drive her absolutely nuts without having to witness any eye-rolls, head-shakes, or hear her say under her breath, “For better or for worse, that’s what I agreed to.” And do you wanna know what I discovered when I gave her a kiss goodbye just a few hours ago and entered into this temporary bachelorhood?
I am soooooooo dull.
Cuz tucked away in my backpack was the sole source of my bachelor excitement: documentary DVDs. If my wife comes home in ten days and finds some dude in her house with black bags hanging below his eyes, it’s from staying up way too late watching documentary DVDs.
When I came to the realization of how dull I'd become, I decided to be a bit badder while she’s away. So I’m not gonna make the bed! I’m gonna get up in the morning, throw off the covers, and they’re gonna stay thrown off until I climb back into bed and tuck myself in for the night…which is gonna be really late cuz I’ll have watched a couple of documentaries by then.
The other Mermaids wanted to know if I was gonna somehow tie this post into a discussion about writing. My answer: Nope! This post has absolutely nothing to do with writing. Sorry! But you can't make me do it.
(Oooooh, I have become such a rebel in such a short amount of time.)
P.S. So where did my wife run off to for ten days? To Scotland. She and two of her sisters are taking their momma on a dream vacation to the Land o’ Kilts & Bagpipes. And when she gets back, you can bet I’ll have the bed sheets freshly washed and tightly tucked…just like she likes them.