It recently dawned on me that I have 3.5 months off this summer. 3.5 MONTHS! No Masters courses to do, or teaching contracts to pay for it. I could do whatever I freakin' wanted!When Mark came upon me I was sitting cross-legged, evil grin on my face and rubbing my hands furiously together. ANYTHING I WANTED! A giggle erupting from my lips.
As a husband, Mark generally doesn't like to see uncensored glee shining in the eyes of the woman he loves unless he has put it there; which he does sparingly, no use corrupting a good thing by using it too often. Remember what happened with that one time? So does he.
To see that look in my eyes meant I was cooking up something he was going to have to stamp down. And Mark hates to say no. Therefore, it was time to use his advanced Toast Masters skills.
So when I announced that as I had 3.5 MONTHS OFF I was going to go on an Archeological dig, Mark sprang into action. He could tell that I wasn't talking about spending a week on a dig. Oh no, he knows me too well. He didn't even ask how much time I was thinking about, he simply replied that he was sure that the Royal Tyrell Museum would have something in our county. Which would be great, he said, especially since I hate camping and sleeping without my feather pillow. Besides which, Yuko won't sleep with anyone but me.
That damn Yuko, she is SO demanding.
2 comments:
Just make sure you take your laptop so you can keep your blog up to date. That is of course, if you can find a tent with an Internet connection.
so how about coming abroad to visit the UK?? I promise no tents and an internet connection? We could photoshop pictures of the Loch Ness monster...
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