After apparently sleeping through the Rapture and finding out that all is still right and wrong with the world, I found myself sitting facing Hubby today while he obsessed over our Bus, Betty.
Because Hubby’s health has not been very good lately, and because this bus is just way too far gone for us to keep at it, we have decided that it is time to get rid of it and look for something else. Well, by that I mean Hubby has finally listened to me when I told him WAY back that this bus was too big a job for him/us. I decided to stand back and let him go, because he was happy and had something to occupy his mind. He is also a dreamer.
But now we have come to the decision that old Betty has to go. But, we are still going to buy a bus. Just a newer one. Which may take some time. But there you have it.
Anyway back to my story. Hubby was sitting at the end of the table, obsessing about bus stuff. Rambling away like he does, his inner monologue spilling out for me to hear as well. While I sat there half listening, concentrating on my morning coffee (which I loved more at the time).
He then looked at me and asked “What do you think?”
I am very supportive. I like to give my opinions when I have one to give. So I answered...
“You need to shave. You’re starting to look creepy”