losh and I usually spend the wee hours lounging in front of our respective computers in our jammies, Web surfing, posting, maybe schmoozing or solving the world's problems. It's become our morning routine, him in front of his state-of-the art Velocity Micro and me huddled over his laptop.
Yesterday, without tearing his eyes from the screen, he asked, "Would you marry me?"
Sure, I said. How come?
"I want you to be my wife."
I'm 30 lbs. heavier than when he met me and a whole lot flabbier, not to mention I'm wearing hole-y flannel jammies flecked with spit-up. And still this guy wants to marry me. Huh.
Just when you think you know a person.
My Dad used to say that nothing kills a fine friendship like romance, and nothing kills a fine romance like marriage. Says who?
I'm a romantic curmudgeon.
Posted by: plosh | February 09, 2006 at 08:42 AM
I had to laugh. Ms.D & I have an "office" upstairs with a desk and desktop PC for each of us, and she has her laptop downstairs. Any given lazy time (which is often) will find one of us on a PC and the other stretched out on the sofa watching Tv. There are usually pajamas or bathrobes involved.
We're not styling, but we're happy! I'm glad you guys are, too.
Posted by: Dreadmouse | February 09, 2006 at 08:51 AM
To be honest Anne, I'd already made the tacit assumption that Plosh was your husband. How wrong can I be?
Posted by: Adrian | February 09, 2006 at 12:20 PM
Adrian: yes, he's my husband. We've been married for 6 years. He was just kidding around, along the lines of "if I had to do it all over again ..."
Dreadmouse: Sounds like you're household is much like mine. Lucky us.
Posted by: Anne | February 09, 2006 at 12:34 PM
Don't knock the hole-y flannel jammies. In some circumstances, they're sexier than the Victoria's Secret stuff.
And Plosh probably doesn't mind the spit. If the spit is from your own kids, you develop some type of an immunity to it.
Posted by: Ontario Emperor | February 09, 2006 at 02:08 PM
Yeah, I'm immune spit up when it's on my wife.
Posted by: plosh | February 09, 2006 at 03:54 PM
"I'm a romantic curmudgeon."
Romantic curmudgeons are my favorite!
Posted by: Randi(cruisin-mom) | February 11, 2006 at 09:04 AM
YOU'RE NOT MARRIED???
Posted by: psychotoddler | February 20, 2006 at 07:02 PM
Of course we're married, silly.
You didn't think I'd inflict my slobby self on him all these years without the protection of a marriage license, eh?
Posted by: Anne | February 21, 2006 at 09:53 AM