Just Because He Loves Me

I know I haven’t spent much time with you lately. And for that I apologize. Work is out of control. I took a position with a trade association with the promise of work-life balance. Well, let me tell you I was boondoggled. I’m working long hours, like 50-60 hours weeks. Not sure about you, but this is not balance. Compound that with crazy and I mean crack whore crazy bosses. Now that you have an idea as to what I’m dealing with week after week, let’s move on to the ray of sunshine in my life. 

So I gush and gush some more about the amazing man in my life - The Thinker. If you don’t give a rat’s ass about this, now is your time to move along. 

Still with me? Good.

Never in a million years did I think I would have the man I have as my husband today. Hell, I never thought I would get married. 

I logged on to my work email this morning. Foolish move. I know. Anyways, I had received close to 50 emails over night, most had been sent between 12:30 and 2:00 am. Yes, am. I knew immediately that it was going to be another day from hell. I also knew this equaled me having a late night and missing Opera in the Outfield. Still salty about that. 

The first thought was to tell The Thinker. Partly so I could just vent my frustration, but also because I wanted to give him fair warning. He might just have to fend for himself as far as dinner was concerned. 

Once arriving to the office, I was not the only one with a full in-box awaiting me. The long faces and silence told me everything I needed to know. I continued to repeat my mantra...”I’m a duck. The bullshit of this place rolls off my back like water. I’m a duck...” 

Yes, I need to repeat it many, many times for it to stay with me. As I’m well into the email and silently chanting, the receptionist calls around 9:30 am to let me know I have received flowers. “Flowers?” I ask. “Must be some mistake.”

After receiving confirmation one more time, I walk downstairs to find this awaiting me...

My loving husband has sent me flowers because he knows it’s going to be a long  brutal day. The card was a simple, “I love you, gorgeous.” Kid you not, The Thinker had me all teary-eyed. This man must be on a mission to assure me married life is pretty saweet! And for that I’m forever grateful.