Here we are; two old fuddy duddies, rambling around the house attending to our chores. Something has changed. An unspoken competition has developed and it's going strong. The man who was always chastising me for my longstanding forgetfulness has now joined the ranks, and I am delighted. Here is how it goes; "Honey, are you warming the kitchen?", he says, as he watches the flame on the gas stove heating nothing. Not to be undone I notice that the faucet is running in the bathroom, long after he has had his shave. "Honey", I demur, "are you planning to wash something in the sink?" The gotchas go one all day and there are plenty of them.
Now that we spend a lot of time together there are those little annoying habits that come to the surface. One such habit is my leaving toast crumbs on the counter. After 50 years of living with this man I know when he has me, like when he says "Honey, were you thinking about getting a little bird?" Although my wit has never been as sharp as his I had a good one yesterday. When I noticed the fly in his pajamas was in the back, I asked, very sweetly, "Honey, have you had an anatomy change?"
Life would be dull now, but we have the delight of all those gotcha moments.
