Friday, April 5, 2013

Mmm. Gladys Knight and those Pips...

Gotta love 'em.
Hubby knows me so well... and he knows (usually) just what to say to make me feel okay.

I've been under the weather.

Today I feel a little better, which means I could start tackling all the dirty dishes in the kitchen.  Or the laundry that is piled up to the ceiling.

I could.  And I seriously thought about dragging myself out of bed to start the tackle.

Then out of the blue, Hubby comes in and tells me that I still need time to do nothing but nothing.  And to not feel guilty about the nothing.

He's been feeling under the weather, too, but doesn't (seem to) struggle with the guilt of having stuff to do and not doing it.

He's so well adjusted.

Oh, he's not perfect.
And I'm certainly not perfect.
And our marriage certainly is not perfect.

But this song, by Gladys Knight and the Pips, DOES seem to fit my feelings for him, so I dedicate it to him now....

That's my post for the day.
Happy Friday.

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