Just so you know, my hubby will be totally taken care of in the event of my death. Not that I plan on going down that path any day soon, but it pays to be prepared. Bear actually has planned it all out, which came about as follows:
On our way to church several Sundays ago, we spotted a car stopped with their hazard lights on. In the car was a very attractive woman and her two small children who’d run out of gas. Being the knight in shining armor that my husband is (after 23 years, I still really like that guy), he volunteered to get her gas from our garage. Bear was beside himself with excitement. The thought of helping a pretty lady was almost more than he could take.
On the way to get the gas, he says, "You know, mom, she’s VERY pretty….I’d say you are #1 when it comes to pretty and I’d put her as #2.....Except for in the mornings, then she’d be #1."
Well, gee. Thanks so much. I had a good thing going until that morning part.
We got back to Pretty Lady and Bear helped his dad carry the gas can and fill up her tank. He hopped back in the car and announced, "I’M A HERO!" He was very proud to say the least and still very taken with the beautiful woman.
I’d just about recovered from being demoted to #2 Pretty status when Bear says, "Ya know Mom, I bet if you weren’t around, Dad would marry her."
Whoa Nelly. Say whaaaaat??
Needless to say, that woman mysteriously disappeared from our area.
Ha, just kidding!
So, I haven’t felt too secure in the looks depart since this 'pretty' incident, and I'm rethinking that fuzzy plaid purple bathrobe I wear every morning. I do know that if something happens to me, Bear will make sure that my babe has an instant replacement.
I bet she won't wear a fuzzy purple bathrobe.
And she’ll be #1 Pretty.