You’re starting to see the wisdom in eating things straight out of the bag.
You know how to check “the scores” during commercials.
Lately you’ve found yourself reading things like Drip Irrigation Guidelines just for the heck of it.
You’ve developed temporary blindness when looking for something on a shelf.
Now it’s YOU who eats the last piece of everything.
The idea that just because a person has had an article of clothing hanging in their closet that they haven’t worn for fourteen years doesn’t mean they aren’t ever going to wear it again – is actually starting to make some sort of crazy sense to you.
You’ve adopted your husband’s penchant for keeping his favorite socks on the floor by his recliner.
You’ve adopted your husband’s recliner.
You’ve adopted your husband’s favorite socks.
You’ve suddenly discovered: Hey! It’s fun to start conversations while you’re brushing your teeth!
You’re beginning to actually fathom exactly why golf clubs need to always be in plain sight.
And finally, the best way to tell if you’ve been spending too much time with your husband:
You are now able to tell the difference between regular TV and HD TV.
Until next time . . . I love you