Meanwhile, my guy and I are just 17 days away from celebrating our 25th wedding anniversary. Think we’ll make it? Yes, be forewarned, there will no doubt be some gushy posts in your future because I still feel so honored that he somehow (after many weeks of my flirting with him) choose me to keep him company.
I just ran across this poem again. I’ve seen it several times, and it’s so adorable, I’ve been looking for an excuse to share it. Yes, as I type, the laundry is not done, dust and dog hairs are everywhere . . . and my Tom wonderfully indulges my pastime.
So, in honor of the man who graciously puts up with all this, here’s . . .
Ode to My Wife
By Author Unknown.
She learned to stamp on Monday
Her embossing was quite fine.
She forgot to set out dinner,
So we went out to dine.
She brayered backgrounds Tuesday
She says they are a must.
They really were quite lovely
But she forgot to dust.
On Wednesday it was birthday cards
She says that chalking’s fun.
Shading, blending and watercoloring —
But the laundry wasn’t done.
Her card swap was on Thursday
Using green and blue and red;
I guess she really was engrossed,
She never made the bed!
It was shaker cards on Friday
Using techniques she just adores,
But she never seemed to notice
The crumbs on all the floors.
I found a maid on Saturday!
My week is now complete
My wife can stamp the hours away;
The house will still be neat.
Well, it’s already Sunday,
And my forehead’s feeling damp.
I cursed, I raved, and I ranted —
The MAID has learned to stamp!