Can you believe it? It is November and the air has a “holidayish” feel to it already. Coming home a few minutes ago, we saw 2 different neighbors out putting Christmas lights on. So……………Randy, oops I mean Frosty, will have to get out this week and begin untangling lights and get them up, as we cannot be the last to have our lights up, especially since we are known as Noel and Frosty from November through Christmas.
He keeps asking me if I have written about our conversation the other day and I have not, thus far, so think it is a great time to write about it. We were talking with some friends about husbands’ hobbies. I told Frosty that sometimes I felt bad that he never went to play golf with friends or fishing or just out with any other men, but he looked at me and told me that I didn’t need to feel bad, that if he wanted to go, he would, but that “I was his hobby”……..now, I know what you are thinking, “ah, that is just so sweet”. But I have to be honest and tell you that I think he says that because he knows that if he leaves me along for long periods of time on Saturday that I would probably go shopping and spend money. So, he stays with me, takes me shopping and we go out to eat, the movies and sometimes just driving or looking at houses. And while that is so very sweet, he is actually protecting his pocket book. So……..on one hand, it is awfully sweet and on the other, it shows that he is keeping tabs on me so I won’t be out spending his hard earned money. But, I think I will go with the first thought and be grateful that he enjoys being with me and is truly my best friend and we just have such a great time together that I am so glad that “I am his hobby”. We have lots of wonderful memories and hopefully many more years to enjoy being each other’s hobby. Love you, Mr. Frosty!
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