or... Absence Makes the Heart Grow Amorous
or... Why Not Insert My Foot into My Fucking Mouth
To say that Mrs Jude never cares for this time of year is an understatement. She does not like, in fact she hates it when I'm away for any length of time.
Normally, it's the buisness trip that take me away anywhere from a few days to a couple of weeks. The longest time we were separated was a month. The other trip is the yearly two weeker when I go to the fitness spa with my Dad.
Prior to this years spa-er I was telling Mrs Jude it would probably be the last trip. My Dad is almost 90, he is slowing down and traveling takes a lot out of him. So, Mrs Jude has been home thinking this is the last spa trip that she's going to have to endure; until I called her the other night.
After getting caught up with each other's activities of the day our conversation went in this direction:
Mrs Jude - "So how's the food this year?"
Me - "It's been pretty good. I picked the vegetarian/vegan menu and I'm getting through it most of the time."
Mrs Jude - "What's Dad eating?"
Me - "He's on the standard diet. Next year that's what" oh Fuck!
Mrs Jude - "What do you mean, next year?"
Me - "It looks like we will be coming back next year."
Mrs Jude - an extremely rare moment of silence
Me - "I didn't think he would want to come back here but he does."
Mrs Jude - more silence. people, this is a record
Oh well. She'll have a year to get use to the idea. And just so you all know, I do invite her every year too and she always graciously declines. I have to admit, I do love the warm and fuzzy feeling in knowing how much she is missing me and of course I know how much I'm missing my Honey too.
Going home will make it all right again.
10 hours ago