When an old married guy like me is without his wife for awhile, he acts differently when she’s gone.
No – I haven’t been chasing Pretty Young Things with Skirts Up to Here, nor has the corner bar acquired a new customer. Its just that things are different.
Normally, I’m not a television sort of guy. I just don’t care about “Grey’s Anatomy” (or is it Gray’s). The Mystery Guest Blogger likes to tease me and say that if the cable TV system were to go on the blink so that all we could get was CNN and The Weather Channel, I wouldn’t know the difference.
But, it’s different when she’s not here. So what was it I stayed up late at night to watch? The Women’s College Softball Championship Series. About half way through the second game, I realized I was talking to myself - - - and telling the coach how to run her team.
By the way, I don’t fart all the time either – I have some couth left.
I noticed I don’t eat “on time” either. I just eat when I’m hungry. I might eat breakfast at 10, or lunch at 11, and dinner at 8. Okay – I knew that the “Sweemer’s Casserole” took longer to cook than I had expected when I ate at eight o’clock, but still . . .
Oh yeah – I talk to the cat a lot more too. Worse, I have come to think Bao may be trying to talk back.
I hope Bao doesn’t learn to talk. If she does, she’ll tell the MGB how I act when she’s gone.