This month was a big birthday for my husband. I won’t say which one, but he’s getting a lot of letters marked ‘important Medicare information enclosed’, notices about the joys of a reverse mortgage, and brochures for burial-at-sea, and
Instead of a party to celebrate this rite of passage, he asked for something special: he wanted me to be the guy in our relationship. Don’t get your hopes up; this was a practical request not prurient. He just wanted to relax and not have a care in the world.
“I want to go away, just the two of us,” he said.
“No problemo,” I answered.
“You have to make all the arrangements,” he warned.
“You got it,” I promised.
“You have to pay for it.”
“Sure. Why not?” I agreed.
“I don’t want to lift a finger – for a week.”
“You are in good hands,” I assured him. Continue Reading →