Things My Husband Says

My horoscope today says, “How about letting a few of those sweet feelings slip out? Put your reserve aside and get a little mushy. If you’re coupled up, renew and reinvigorate the romance by reiterating why it is you’re involved.” That sounds like a great idea, right?

But here’s the thing: Sexy Husband is in Hawaii this week, and I’m feeling a little, um, uncharitable about it. The arrangements I made to get him to the airport fell through, and I ended up having to drive him. That part wasn’t so bad, except for the ass-early hour of day that it had to happen, and the headache I woke up with. On the way down there, it was clear that the freeway was the wrong way to come home, so, on his suggestion, I took 99. I don’t take 99, I don’t know it, it was kind of a clusterfuck, and I got lost. (I missed the turn to get on it at the airport, and the exit to get off in Downtown). And let’s not even talk about how imagining the Viaduct collapsing helped my Monday morning. Awesome.

I have a horrible headache, I want curl up on the sofa with the dog and go back to sleep. I want some soup.

Please don’t get me wrong – I believe my horoscope is right. I should take some time to tell Sexy Husband that I love him, and why. But you know what? He’s going to sit on a beach and drink tropical drinks. I think he’ll be fine without my help today.