Steven always told me that when we were married he would give me the "sun, the moon and the stars."
What he also told me was I had to agree to never ask for a swimming pool. A swimming pool adjacent to any home we ever owned.
Y'all do know that his nickname Pooldad has a purpose?
[I know you do. That was just for any new Tadpoles paddling in, you understand.]
I have held fast to this promise and have never asked. In turn I have pretty much received all he promised.
However, I did not realize that my lovely husband has a huge pet peeve.
It is something I do for extended amounts of time and I will look up occasionally to find him shaking his head and handing me a new, better set of headphones.
And mouthing to me "Just WEAR them."
When I met Steven he had a side job as a DJ. One of our great loves and something we share intimately is our love of music. He is a walking encyclopedia of music [and a huge fan of CW at Tilting at Windmills, as am I. Visit. You'll see why.] He loves that I know darn near as much as him in the music department and is sometimes astounded that I will sing along to songs he picks to play.
Yeah, I am all that. Dontcha' know? ::grin::
I do have one terrible habit tho'.
[Okay,I have several bad habits, but let's concentrate on just the one in this post, shall we?]
I can get hooked on one album or one band/singer and play them incessantly over a series of hours, days, weeks. . . well. . . let's just say. . . the latest has been going on for almost two months.
He is being very generous these days, taking into consideration the tenuous nature of . . .me.
But even I know he wishes he had allowed me the swimming pool and had asked instead that I limit my playing of *Adele* to just an hour a day.
On every third day.
During the second week of each alternating month.
I can't help it.
But, hey, the newest pair of headphones are pretty sweet.
Have a great Monday Tadpoles. See ya' on the flipside. xo Janine