Wednesday morning I told the Wife, we're going on a trip this weekend. We'll leave Friday afternoon, come back on Sunday. We'll put the little crazy dog Ziggy into the Dogie Motel, make sure my Dad has enough food and then hit the road. Just a shortie vay-k but it's going to be filled with together time. She surprisingly agreed without me having to go through any justifications. Wow, this was an easy sell!
Wednesday afternoon when the Wife came home from work I proposed a very Femme like getaway to Catalonia Island. This would include a hour drive to the boat launch, 90 minutes on the water, we land on the island, go to a very nice luxurious hotel and then go shopping, beaching and do the whatevers for two days. When I told her I didn't see the expected reaction. Instead, I got a very disinterested "ok, that sounds good". WFT? So I dug a little deeper and she finally told me she'd rather not be on any time schedule (catching the boat part - I'm shaking my head at this point) that she would rather have the weekend be more spontaneous. Well now, that's my girl!
Spontaneous is more my style. Now we'll be hopping in the car Friday afternoon and hitting the road with a general idea of direction and no idea of a destination. She will accept the when, where and what without any qualms and most importantly we'll have a ton of together alone and hand-holding time.
So see?!? I tried for a la-femme works mini-vacation. She has happily agreed for a total "butch way" get away. Road tripping here we come. And since we don't have a destination, we won't get into any arguments about of why she's not following the map, why I missed a turn nor hear the famous are we there yet question. We can get lost all we want, these are perfect unplanned plans.
Now let me go hide, I mean pack the tent and sleeping bags in the car.....hehehehehe...you know, just in case. ;)
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