OK, so they didn't walk into a bar. It just sounded like a funny title for a blog post. And right now, I need all the funny I can get in my life.
But have I mentioned lately how much I love these three men in my life?
They take such good care of me, especially in my "delicate" condition.
On Monday, I was having on of my more "delicate"
moments...ahem, I meant days. After dinner, they disappeared as I retreated to my bedroom with my Stay-Puf marshmallows and Nilla Wafers. If I could have had my way, I would have locked the door to and not opened it again until about 10:00 a.m. the next morning.
Unfortunately, I haven't gotten around to calling the base maintenance folks to come fix the lock on my door so the best I could do is slam it shut. Not that anyone was around to hear me except the cat. He jumped about 3 feet in the air and that made me feel somewhat better.
About 30 minutes later the men folk reappeared, each one bearing a dozen plump, juicy roses.
The little one brought me pink.
The middle one brought me white.
And the big one brought me red. They laid them in my arms like I was some beauty queen (which I certainly don't feel or look right now considering I only have 11 more weeks to go in this pregnancy) and told me how much they loved me and appreciated all I did for the family. Then they each kissed me before retreating downstairs for some male bonding over season three of the original Star Trek series.
Now don't get me wrong - flowers can't fix everything that ails a girl but knowing that the men in my life love me even when I am a big fat stink pot made me feel a lot better.
A very pregnant and uncomfortable M.