Damn that man of mine. So the Hubster wanders into our office last night with his hands behind his back. Wally the cat was in close pursuit. This is not unusual; the animals follow that man around like he was Dr. Doolittle himself. But the Hubster had a goofy look on his face so I asked him what he had behind his back. I was thinking he had something for me. Hubster replied, "A noodle" -- meaning one of these felted I-cords that I had knitted for a failed project, but have since then become the new fave toy for Wally. No wonder Wally was so close on the Hubster's heels. Well, of course I pouted and then Hubster gave me a hug and asked me what I had thought he had behind his back, and here is my list: -- a box of chocolates Please don't ask me the why of a pencil, brand-new or otherwise. It simply came from the pit of my disappointed soul that Hubster was not carrying some surprise behind his back (on Valentine's Day, after all) that was intended for me -- never minding the fact that Hubster gave me a lovely pair of earrings, fire opals in fact, and also never minding the fact that since I'm unemployed, we're not only watching our pennies but my birthday is also coming up next Saturday. Anyhoo. But today, after I failed yet again to be able to file my weekly unemployment claim, as I still don't seem to be in their system, even though I faxed my paperwork a minimum of 3 times to each office (which caused me to bark a disgusting and gutteral noise at the phone), I wandered back out into the dining room to read the paper, and Hubster came over and said, "I don't have a box of chocolates, but I do have these," and he gave me $20 bill and a brand new pencil.
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