Monday, October 5, 2009

It must be nice where he lives.

Last weekend, Dorkfish and I decided to take the boys to the beach for the day.

Okay, actually, he decided we were all going to the beach and forced me to put away my laptop and GET IN THE DAMN CAR ALREADY.

So off we went.

There was fighting, screaming, gnashing of teeth, threats of pulling the car over and empty promises made for being quiet for FIVE WHOLE MINUTES!

It was a good time.

The beach was amazing this trip. It was the first time I've ever been when it wasn't I-can-feel-the-sun-eating-my-flesh-and-giving-me-cancer hot. In short, there was a fall crispness in the air that I hadn't experienced before.

Sitting on the blanket, watching the boys play in the surf, I got all nostalgic, "You know, I'd want you to remarry if I died."

Dorkfish: "And I'd want you to do the same."

Me: "But seriously, I'd expect you to mourn for a while. Maybe a month or two, but not forever."

Dorkfish: "I know you wouldn't want me to be lonely."

Me: "You'd have one cut out of the herd in a week's time. Wouldn't you?"

Dorkfish: "Probably. Not to mention I'd be exhausted from all the 'sympathy'."


Him leaving for a month for work might be good for his health after all...