So... I am in Miami. Long story. The short story is that it is warm, sunny, palmy (lots of Palm trees) and I like it.... especially when I turned on the television Clinton Anderson was right there on regular cable. I think I almost fell off my chair. FYI- I am not leaving our condo for the remainder of our trip as I dont think I can bring myself to turn it off.... partly because I like Clinton Anderson and partly because the Scott in me cant handle turning down a bargain! It'd cost me $190 to order the DVD for what I watched today, and that's used off of ebay!
The real story I have to tell today is one you are probably all familiar with... I'd almost bet you've done this yourself.
Picture this: I am running around the house like a madwoman trying to get packed and everything sorted before I leave (HS is staying home) when suddenly I remember that I havent told HS what he needs to do to give Hawky his medication (another story for another day). Before I can forget I go in to the living room where HS is reading and I say, "Honey?"
He doesnt look up from the paper but does say, distractedly, "Yah?"
Me: "Can you pay attention for a minute?"
Him: *glances up at me, takes in my impatient expression and resists the urge to look back down at the paper*
I can tell by the expression on his face that his mind is still occupied by whatever he was reading but he was looking at me at least and I was in a rush so I decided to give it a shot so I go ahead and say, "Hawky needs three pills, twice a day and the cream on morning and night. Tomorrow he is only suppose to get two pills twice a day but if he isnt doing any better phone the vet and ask them if you should give him three instead, okay?"
Him: * nods with a blank stare*
Him (impatiently): "Okay."
Me (impatiently): "Were you listening?"
Him (defiant): "Yes, I got it."
*hint of a sheepish look on his face*
Me (challenging) "Really?! Okay, what did I say then?!?"
Him: *coy smile* .... *taps fingers on desk*..... *thinks hard*
His reply: "Dog.... um... Pills...." (I nod encouragingly) "... something about cream.... and.... (triumphantly) Call the vet!"
*I cross my arms and sigh*
Him: "Did I ever tell you that you're the most beautiful woman in the world?"
*I continue to stare blandly*
Him (resigned): "Alright fine!... Sorry, what did you say?" *smiles that impish, sweet, gorgeous smile*
That smile... I just cant resist it.
So I wrote the instructions for Hawky in a note, stuck it to the fridge and covered it in x's and o's like the big ol' sap I am.
I'm just sucker for that man.
Miss you sweetie! xo