I’m home alone, and really dealing with it surprisingly well, all things considered.
I mean, I may have hit the craft store a little hard but in my defense THEY EMAIL ME COUPONS. What am I supposed to do, not take advantage of a super-awesome limited-time sales event?
Pshh.
It is a known fact that the only thing guaranteed to clear the room faster than Taco Bell farts is an enthusiastic retelling of the amazing dream you had last night.*
It’s been almost a year since Husband got his CPAP. Almost a full year since I last slept next to a dryer full of gravel set to high.
Never let it be said that I am not willing to point out, when the rare opportunity presents itself, my own imperfections.
I am, for example, not as young as I used to be. Shocking, I know. But that’s not all!
Where is she going with this?
Those of you who are not married to engineers don’t really understand what it is to live with one. Moreover, I’m not sure you can fully appreciate just how different their brains are from normal brains.
But it’s okay, because I have, right here, a story that will explain – in the example format you so love – exactly what sets the bulk of humanity here and engineers somewhere way over there.
