Since I've been off work, lots of people have asked whether Hubby and I have killed each other yet--because, of course, we're both home together, enjoying this little preview of retirement living. Nope, he's still alive, and so am I--obviously. In some ways, things are easier. For instance, I have more time for his (what often seem to be dumb) questions. And I have more time to repeat myself a couple times because he can't hear what I've said the first (and second) times. AND I have more time to check up on him to see if he's done what I've asked him to do.
And yep, I know I can be described sometimes by the "B" word. I guess that's why people check on us. But yeah, we're doing okay so far.
The other day, Hubby went to have his head examined. Uh huh, FINALLY! That's what I'VE been saying for years, and his new doctor agreed with me--but his reasons were different from mine. This doc was concerned that the old doc hadn't had an MRI performed to rule out brain tumor when Hubby's Meniere's was diagnosed. So last Saturday morning, Hubby went down to the medical center and had an MRI. On Monday, he went to see the ENT for some additional testing and was told there was no tumor and his brain looked normal. Of course, he asked her for proof that (1) he had a brain and (2) that it appeared normal, because I've been suggesting otherwise all these years. I guess he thought he'd bring home a film or two for show and tell, but she just looked at him when he asked and went on to talk about something else.
Last week, Hubby finished his latest Pot People creation--actually, it's a Pot CAT that he made for our neighbor. Here's a photo:
It turned out pretty cute, I think! She insisted on paying Hubby and bringing us some wine and oranges from her tree, and she's going to set this guy up out by her koi pond.
Hubby had a go at baking some cookies the other day. As he often does, he burned half of the batch, but Soccer Son believes Hubby LIKES burned cookies and does it on purpose--at least it's one way of keeping other people (like Soccer Son) from eating "his" cookies. Hubby was sweet enough to bake me a batch of my favorite peanut butter cookies and only a few were a little overdone on the bottom.
Yep, I think I probably haven't killed Hubby yet because of the nice things he does for me. I'm not sure why he hasn't killed me yet, but I suspect it's because I can run faster than he can.