Dela- where?!?!
Husband… dear Filipes is on the east coast of United States this week. He is at the office. For a change working in a place that 90% of professionals work- in an office- not on my couch. In my living room. With Golf Channel on mute.
For that it’s been a nice change. The rigours of work life bring all kinds of interesting energy into our already quite energetic home. What with three kids, a big dog, my own work and homeschool… hells bells, I can’t imagine, really, how he gets shit-all done in a day. Obviously, they can’t either… hence their requiring his presence onsite this week.
Strangely, in his absense, I find myself expecting something momentous to happen, i.e: a suitcase filled with a million bucks to drop from the persistent grey clouds overhead with a loud THUMP upon my deck; the opportunity of a lifetime presents itself in my ‘Inbox’- other than Murray O’Toole of Birmingham, England requesting “to pay anything for only the most photography finest for his day of blessed matrimony to the very most honourable Miss Smith. But if it is please possible can I send him my account number so as to deposit most gratefully the appropriate funds for my most wonderful of services…”- is that an english accent with a distinctly Nigerian twang I’m reading?!?; or Filipes being presented just the bestest of opportunities with company encouraging him to stay and earn beaucoup buck-olas… the only hitch being we have to move to the east coast. Like, as in to the beach, where he commutes in only a couple of days a week.
And we actually get to experience some REAL SUMMER FUCKING WEATHER!!!
I can’t believe that I haven’t heard from Murray O’Toole, yet!