“Well I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in.” If you remember that from a song, you may not want to admit it; because it probably means you’re as old as me. And as many of you know, I’m old enough to remember when The Beatles came to the U.S. on the Mayflower.
You see, my Beautiful Girlfriend is “The Boss.” And no, for you older people like me, I do not mean that my Beautiful Girlfriend is Bruce Springsteen!! Ock!! Ptoo!! No, I mean she really is the boss of me: and to a much lesser extent, I am the boss of her. This wonderful compromise was reached many years ago in the interest of domestic tranquility.
“The Boss” is away as of this evening. She packed for a sleep over; then she, Musky da Husky and I drove jumped into the brand new 2001 Chrysler Towne and Country Racing Van. Off we went to our Beautiful Daughter’s house so they could both wake up way too early on a Saturday for a bus trip to Gurnee Mills in Illinois. Wonderful shopping I guess… Anyway, we had dinner with our Beautiful Daughter, her Wonderful Husband (a.k.a. our Awesome Son In Law), and their two Marvelous Kids, who are our Fabulous Grandsons. Lots of superlatives in there, and if you don’t approve, well please stretch a rubber band as far as you can and shoot yourself in the small toe. Or maybe not.
Following the dinner was much merry frolicking with the Fabulous Grandsons; then the winding down with books and off to their bed time. Time for me and Musky da Husky to leave, so after good bye hugs (and kisses for “The Boss”), we boogied off into the night. On the way home, I found a new oldies station out of Canada (1580 on your AM dial) and enjoyed some old tunes while visions of a leisurely weekend danced in my head.
My thoughts went something like: “hmmm let’s see… what kind of FUN can I have while my Beautiful Girlfriend (The Boss) is gone?? OK… there’s still some clean up waiting in the garden… gotta trim the “winter crops”… kohlrabi, kale, wild cabbage… maybe go get some more leaves… OH WOW better get some gas before I run out!! OK… a few bucks will hold me till tomorrow… OK almost home… let’s see… gotta scoop the kitty box, feed the Old Lady Cat, give the dog his meds, make coffee… OK Musky, let’s go inside… OH FOOEY!!! My Honey left her purse in the car!!!”
Now normally, this would be no big deal. But it was already late outside, and our Beautiful Daughter and her family live almost 40 miles away. “OH FLARN!!” I exclaimed… or something like that. I called our Awesome Son In Law… mostly because I wanted to make sure he was still awake. I figured My Beautiful Girlfriend might want her purse while shopping tomorrow. He was kind enough to meet me half way and saved me some time.
I’m very grateful that I don’t get irate about such things anymore. When I was young and foolish, that would have been fodder for a nasty exchange of crab sauce, which would have done little more than perpetuate the stereotype of male verbal flatulence. I’m not so young anymore but I still know how to be foolish. But no, I just basically left it at FLARN!!(or something) and continued dreaming of more fun stuff I had to do while The Boss was gone. I mean, hey, this is party time!!
Let’s see… maybe get those leaves out of the ditch if it’s not raining… maybe get the trailer and go get more leaves for the garden. Stack some wood… walk the dog; who knows, maybe even have PIZZA!! But wait… we had pizza tonight already. Oh, but I didn’t have any soda… can’t remember the last time I had a Coke. But hey, The Boss is gone, so I can party!! My party days may have shifted somewhat… believe it or not I’m looking forward to all of those things.
Well…maybe not that “scooping the kitty box” part.
Speaking of parties… If you’re old like me, or even if you’re not, you can’t hold a candle to a Betty Boop Hallowe’en party.