I really like parades. It’s like a huge party in the middle of the street that all your neighbors are invited to. George was suspiciously quick in agreeing to come with me to the Old Town Alexandria St. Patrick’s Day parade. Turns out he just wanted to sit in a coffee shop and do homework (boring!). But I had fun on the street.
I forgot all about the parade, so when I overheard the next guy getting his haircut mention it, I got all excited. My ever-patient husband acquiesced and gave me approximately seven minutes of quality parade time. There is perhaps an equation to describe these situations in our marital life. One factor is my enthusiasm and the other is his reluctance. There is some maximum “benefit to couple” relationship between these two factors that allows us to optimize our time at the parade. Today, factoring in such things as cold weather, threat of rain, and remaining errands and chores, our time at the parade was approximately seven minutes.
I’m not gonna lie, Zody and I had a difference of opinion. He thought my entire life’s energy should be spent hanging out with him, and so wanted to make sure I knew he was being ignored. He did so with incredibly loud, high-pitched yelps. He had this difference of opinion with everyone in the house. See, we were deliberately ignoring him because he is a dog. Now I’m a dog person. I love dogs. I love all dogs everywhere – ugly dogs, stinky dogs, little dogs, big dogs, hairy dogs, naked dogs – dogs dogs dogs. I love them. But me and Zody, we just didn’t see eye-to-eye. I’m sorry to say I was not a Zody fan.