Being number two
Well it's official. Hubby has a new woman in his life and I've been bumped to #2. Her name is Lola and she is, I hate to admit, exceedingly cute. (See the lookalike at left.) Lola always greets Hubby with a smile and has time to play (I've been known to be grumpy and preoccupied). She doesn't talk back or ask questions, like when are you going to take out the recycling? (I ask weekly.) And she lets Hubby rub her belly whenever he wants. (I'm ticklish.)
Lola usurped my position as lady of the house quite quickly. It took less than a day, actually. A few hours after our neighbors, aka Lola's parents, went on vacation Hubby was sneaking Lola treats and letting her lounge on the couch.
But I'm not worried for two reasons. One, Hubby is so happy with Lola around. The last two mornings he woke up before 7 am - before 7 am! - to take Lola on a walk, completely on his own volition. Both times he came back smiling and sweaty. Somehow Lola had convinced Hubby to - gasp - run. How many times have I invited him on a jog??? Afterwards he didn't complain about his ailing knees or his swollen ankles. Instead, he sweetly asked Lola to eat her breakfast.
Still, I'm not worried about being number two. But not because of my marriage certificate or years of partnership or joint banking account with Hubby. Nope, it's that Lola goes home Wednesday.
Comments
Keep Lola around. Sounds like a match made in heaven.
Posted by: Phyllis | March 3, 2008 4:44 PM
Ya know you could maybe rent Lola every once in a while whenever necessary, especially for that morning jog! LOL
Posted by: T | March 3, 2008 7:21 PM
Dear Bargain Hunter Babe,
so funny! i love the little side stories even if they call under the "this has no place on my blog" slot.
rock on!
nyc sis
Posted by: Anonymous | March 8, 2008 6:27 PM