My husband is not going to be happy.
I am sharing a story about him. It is kind of embarrassing. I think it is the sweetest. But I completely understand now why he has not told his coworkers about this blog. And also…why he should not…
So, my husband and I went to the grocery store for some much needed deals. As we were shopping, my husband said to me,
“Hey, honey, can we get some carrots? I NEED some carrots.”
I replied, puzzled, “Sure. It is on the list. Let’s just pick up an extra bag.” But being that he has never said that he NEEDED carrots before, I ventured further with a question: “Why?”
To which I got an unexpected reply, “The bunnies have been going in our neighbor’s yard. I want them to stay in our yard. I am going to leave them carrots.”
“You mean in the front yard? You are going to sprinkle orange carrots all over our front yard?”
He looked at me with excitement dancing in his eyes. “Yes.”
Okay! Sounds fun. I am sure the home owner’s association won’t mind one bit. On second thought, this would be just the sort of thing to irritate the association. I grabbed another bag.
And low and behold, when we got home, my husband yelled, “There he is!”
Scaring the crap out of me. Making me hit my hand against the glass window…
But he was right.
The bunny was waiting for us.
I said sweetly, “Go lay the carrots gently all over the yard. I love your kindness.”
Aaahhh, aren’t I the sweetest?
Here is what I actually said, “Do you want to pet the bunny, Lenny?”
I was greeted with silence. Which I totally deserved. Sometimes I can be an a**.
We scared the bunny away throwing carrots into our yard.
Now there are orange vegetables haphazardly strewn across our green grass.
But we are patient. We are waiting. I am sure to get a letter. A complaint.
I do not care…
My husband is adorable.