Gilligan, Ginger, and…Jeff?
in Must Be Nice on June 10, 2015
This post definitely falls into the Must Be Nice category; actually, check that: This post must be very, VERY Nice. I had the idea for this post on Sunday night; yes I realize that today is Wednesday night. But stay with me, I have a reason for my delay. My sweet husband deals with some fairly substantial movers and shakers in the corporate world. Make no mistake, we are no where near that caliber of corporate! But because of the type of service that his company provides, Jeff is placed smack-dab into the line of fire of some very swanky opportunities.
Most of which I do not get to participate.
Sunday after church I kissed my hubby goodbye, and he headed off to the airport to make the short trip from Houston to New Orleans to meet some business associates. I went home, looking forward to tears, tantrums, and hours of irrational behavior–not to mention whatever the children would throw at me! You see, the hubster was jet setting off to the Big Easy for a three day fishing trip…wait for it…on a 58-foot yacht. I, personally am not a huge fan of fishing–BUT–to spend three-stinking-days-on-a YACHT…I’m thinking a girl can learn!
However, reality or paranoia began to sink in, and I started to think that being on a boat three days away from shore, might be a bit of a taxing swim through shark infested waters should something happen. Naturally I decided to voice those thoughts to the hubster while he was still in the harbor. Our conversation went something like this:
Hubster: Goodnight, Baby. Headed to the boat. Then out to sea. Won’t have service until Tuesday.
Me: What do you mean U WON’T HAVE SERVICE???
Hubster: It’s a boat. In the ocean. No towers.
Me: I get that. How can I reach u? How will u reach me?
Hubster: I’ll pick back up with u Tuesday
Me: Great. So, I’ll just assume ur dead until I hear otherwise.
Hubster: Yup!
Me: Super. Should b a peaceful few days for me. Don’t u know what I can dream up when u go into radio silence? I’ll just go refill my Xanax…
Hubster: I’ll b fine! We have a Captain and two mates.
Me: TWO mates! Wow. That IS something
Hubster: It’s a 58-ft boat…
Me: Well, y’all are one-up on the SS Minnow. They only had Gilligan…
Me: Tell the Professor and Mary Ann I said hello…
Me: But make sure Ginger keeps her hands to herself!
Hubster: lol
So, needless to say, he DID make it back; which is why I waited so long to post. A part of me wanted to see if he really did make it back!! The three-day tour was REALLY only a three-day tour! The SS Minnow will not have company on its deserted island! The hubster has come to appreciate my erratic and wildly off-color worse-case scenarios. The funny thing is that I used to be so much worse! I have toughened up considerably over the years. But every now and then, my crazy sort of pops out of its hiding place, and it needs to be tucked back in! Thankfully, Jeff does NOT spook easily.
Here’s hoping your crazy stays put today!
-Dallas
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