My husband Michael and I have different definitions of “early.” Five minutes, maybe ten–that’s good enough for me. Michael? Fifteen, ideally more. I learned this early on in our relationship. We were going to meet friends for dinner. Michael walked into the bathroom and said, “You’re not ready yet?” “We don’t have to be there…
Tag: Living with Michael
The Master of the House
I grabbed my breakfast bowl and headed into the living room. I plopped myself down on the couch and that’s when I saw him, sitting on one of the recliner chairs as if he was part of the decor, his black and white fur complementing the dark gray chair. Teo is not our cat. But…
Living The Dream
I’m living the dream. If you saw me now, sitting on a chaise lounge on my private deck overlooking the ocean, you might think my dream was to live on a tropical Caribbean Island. But no. My dream? To live next door to my husband. I love Michael. I enjoy living with him. But there…
The Way I See It . . . (LWM Part 5)
Michael: Is that a new necklace? Me: No, I just don’t wear it much. Michael: Oh. That’s why I haven’t seen it before. Me: You saw it this morning. Remember I asked you to help me put it on? Michael: Yeah, but that was the back of it. Me: But then I turned around and…
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