I’ve been up for an hour. Woke up as hubby was going into the shower.
So I got up and told him I’d iron his shirt.
Quizzical look. “What do you want to do that for?”
“Um, it’s WRINKLED?”
He’s such a man.
So he slowly gathered everything together. Left $40 on the table “in case you want to do something.”
‘I can’t do all that much, honey. You’ll have the car.”
Joy oh joy.
He packed a pair of pants and t-shirt in a duffle bag. “There’s a hurricane down there.”
“Honey, that’s on the gulf. Arlington is pretty far inland.”
“Yeah, but you never know what’s going to happen.”
He’s such a Boy Scout.
2 hours to go before his flight leaves Chicago.
14 hours to go before his flight leaves Dallas.
It’s going to be a long, long day.