First Thing Next Week

Marriage is a trip; a long bumpy trip. Though the longer a couple can endure the "bumpiness", the smoother the ride becomes.

Once the empty nest syndrome subsides, a couple finds that they have only each other to rely.

As years begin to pile up, one becomes the eyes for the other; one becomes the ears for the other. They become each other's memory. Oh, the joys of failing hearing, eyesight, and memory!

Priorities change. A most favored expression is "I'll get that done first thing next week"....which brings me to the reason for this post.

Several weeks ago, the ring of our commode seat cracked. The comment I heard (and expected) was......yes....here it came; "I'll get a new one first thing next week."

I smiled.

One week, two weeks.

The crack widened just enough that it would "grab" a little flesh when sat upon.

I quit smiling.

Upon mentioning this discomfort to my life partner....you guessed it....."I'll fix it first thing next week."

Last week, after being busy most of the day with the obligations that a funeral brings, I went home and, of course, made a hurried visit to the bathroom.

The crack was fixed!! No, not by the replacement of a new cover/ring, but by a strip of DUCT TAPE placed over the crack. The pinching problem is fixed until "the first thing next week".

I love that man!! There is never a dull, boring moment at our house.

After revealing this story to a good friend, dear hubby saw the humor that others found in the incident. Until the story begins to wear thin and loses some of its luster, that man I love will revel in the laughter it brings to others.

So....friends....STOP LAUGHING!!

After I posted this I received the following in an e-mail. This is priceless!! Just had to add it...

Just read your latest blog about the toilet seat and had to laugh - it reminded me of the joke about the old hillbilly and his wife and their outdoor privy. Seems it had a crack in the seat similar to the one you mentioned. After complaining about it to her husband many times she finally called him out to the privy to "check out the potty problem" and had him stick his head down the hole in the seat. When he started to pull his head back out, his beard got caught in the cracked seat. She then replyed "hurts don't it"? He fixed it the next day.