Thursday, March 23, 2006

My Dinner With Jethro

He's had his second day off this month. Holy jeepers the guy's been gone all day every day for 16 hours. I wish I was exaggerating, but no, it's true!! (He went and poured a nice tasty beverage into my glass, the stinker, and now I can hardly type.)

I may think that they best ways to solve general anxiety issues are the following:
1) shake fists and scream at rock concert
2) get on your horse and ride
neither of which I do often enough. Although I've been averaging better in the rock concert area than the horse riding area lately.

Jethro, claiming (or blaming) his English ancestry, is a big believer in the benefits of a nice tasty beverage. He gave me a lovely orange juice and rum before supper. He said he put "three fingers" width of rum in the glass. Okay, he's got huge massive hands. Huge.

Just as I was commanding the kids to clear the hated homework off the table, Jethro looked at me with That Glint in his eye. "Put on your Stetson for dinner."

I can't resist the Stetson. Last summer I wore it on our cottage rental week. I wore it down to the beach. Pretty much if I wasn't in the water or sleeping, it was on my head. Back in my horse show days, I had a legit reason to wear it, but if my man asks me nicely, well, I have to wear it don't I???

Again, blaming his Britishness, he poured me a red wine without even asking, and I must say, it was a lovely meal. Despite my increasingly frightening Steven-Tyler-of-Aerosmith facial wrinkles, My Big Man still thinks I look good. At least I look happy.

At this point, my daughter summed up the whole evening:
She's got a knife, she's got a wine glass, she's wearing a Stetson, and she's got pink hair. Clearly, she must be crazy.

There is no way these kids will turn out "Normal".

I can't tell you how nice it is to have the Big Guy home. I have begged him not to work for the next week. On April Fool's Day we'll be on the east coast at the Juno Awards -- how appropriate-- and I just don't want to let him go until after that. Fun things happen when he's around!!!!


Questing Parson said...

Sounds to me as thought those kids have a better chance than most to turn out normal.

Heidi the Hick said...

gosh, thanks! I think "normal" is a totally abstract concept. Our kids have, at the very least, been raised with honesty, and at the most, love.

And the swear jar on the kitchen windowsill is FULL. Nothing gets past them!!!

I like your blog, Parson.

cheesemeister said...

Who the hell wants to be normal? let 'em turn out HAPPY instead!

Elmo said...

Only the best cowgirls get to wear their hat at the table!

Heidi the Hick said...

I'm thinking of wearing the Stetson every night for dinner. Heck we sometimes drink orange juice out of wine glasses just for fun!

Heidi the Hick said...

Wait--what exactly does "best cowgirl" mean? Fastest? Dirtiest? Cleanest? Funniest? Toughest? I got a couple of Reserve Champion wins, does that count?

I'm Jethro's favourite cowgirl. That'll do.

Notsocranky Yankee said...

Love the hat!

Hope Jethro can stay home for a bit!

Heidi the Hick said...

He's had to run into the city this aft because Somebody Important is coming to listen to the record, and he has to do some quick "tweaks" to make it perfect...

Perfect: another abstract concept

and THEN he's not going to work until after the awards!!!!!!

Elmo said...

ya, that counts

Smartypants said...

You look great. = )

I might have to wear my hat during dinner one of these nights.

John Q. Public esq. said...

love you love the show..