Tuesday, February 20, 2018
Get Out of There
Anyone who follows this blog knows I am very fond of Mrs. Cranky. Yes, I make fun of her but it is just teasing. The teasing usually comes back at me from testosterone lacking readers by way of comments which tend to side with my wife. Some readers even call me a jerk.
Readers also know I like to get away to my basement hideaway to watch TV, practice guitar and mess around on the internet. I believe Mrs. C also welcomes my time away from her. I am retired and she only works part time, without alone time our relationship might go stale.
“What are you talking about Cranky?”
Well for instance, we often finish each other’s sentences. We often have the same thought at the same time. We enjoy the same restaurants and TV shows. These are all good things, but sometimes this togetherness goes too far.
This morning, I was on the computer working on a comment to The Old AF Sarge’s blog. I paused for one second trying to think of just the right word.
“What word are you searching for.”
“What? I’m not searching for any word.”
“Yes you are, I can tell.”
“No, I’m just resting, thinking of nothing.”
“You are searching for a word.”
“I could help.”
“How would you express ‘progress’, but with a slightly negative connotation?”
“That works…now get out of my head!”
Marriage is great. Togetherness is wonderful. Having mutual interests is nice. Getting occasional alone time is important, but it is pretty difficult when one partner is able to get inside your head!
I gotta get to the basement.