Josh and I have said countless times how we were going to go to high school football games.
The weather’s perfect, football’s great, lalala.
We have maybe gone to one high school football game (aside from when we lived in Jackson and we were ALWAYS at those damn private school games).
Last night we intended to go, and then we went to eat and Lucy would have none of anything but coming home and going to sleep.
So that’s what we did. Josh worked on a website and I knitted, and after we were finished wringing the dregs of life from our Friday night, we went to bed.
Sometimes I think we’ve turned into such duds.
I mean, where’s the zing? The romance? The spark?
Is there a female alive who would turn away a little bit of corny sap from the person they love? No. However, I happen to be married to Ray Barrone and his mind apparently doesn’t work that way.
And then I realize that twenty years from now the kids will (maybe) all be gone and perhaps we won’t still live with Dan, and we’ll have all the time in the world for zings and sparking.
So for now, I think it’s okay. I’m saving up to buy stock in blue pills and bathtubs to put out in the forest and on the beach.