I awoke Sunday morning, bleary eyed to my husband saying “I made a coffee for you, are you getting up?”.
I rolled over and opened my eyes and I was greeted with the vision of my husband dressed in a shirt – medium blue- and shorts- royal purple.
Blink, blink. “Uh, Chris, what the hell are you wearing?” The clash of colors so bright I was just about blinded. He replied that he’d just thrown the clothes on when he woke up. Honestly, I wouldn’t have been all that surprised if I’d looked down to find green socks on him too.
I obviously didn’t marry him for his fashion sense. Luckily he must have remembered what I said about the color of his clothes clashing, because when we went out grocery shopping later in the afternoon he changed.
Anybody else married to someone who doesn’t seem to realize that the color of the clothing they are putting on clash? Or to someone who just doesn’t care?
Oh well. I don’t have much to complain about. I mean I’m married to a sweet guy who makes me coffee in the morning, and tries to help out and take care of me when I’m not feeling well.
I guess I can try ignore the fact that he would wear shorts all year round if he could and pretty much does. This is a guy who drives me to work on occasion in the dead of winter, -20 Celsius (-4 F) outside, wearing shorts, sandals, and often my puffy blue short winter coat. Yep, that’s my man.
Tell me about the one you love’s strange habits.
On Saturday night, my husband and I, and our boarder, were watching a movie when we heard the sound of many sirens outside. They went on and on. I decided to check out what was going on so I went to our front door and peered outside. The air was hazy and full of smoke.
We ran outside to find out where the problem was, and we saw three fire trucks and an ambulance less than a block away. Neighbors were poking their heads out of their front doors, standing on their lawns and walking down the street towards the trucks and source of the smoke.
We had a huge fire here four years ago just around the block from us. Five houses burned down and one person died. Every time I smell a lot of smoke or hear a lot of sirens I remember that scary day.
Luckily this time it was just a small fire in a neighbors backyard. I don’t know what the source or cause was, but the firemen took care of it quickly and the ambulance wasn’t needed. I took some photos but I haven’t checked them yet to see how they turned out.
That’s twice in one week that we’ve had fire trucks in front of the house or nearby. Geesh, I hope there isn’t a third need for the firemen in the neighborhood anytime soon.
Did anyone else have any mildly exciting happenings this weekend?
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