Friday, March 20, 2009

From Montgomery, AL to Mrs. Montgomery


We (meaning I) decided to spruce up our house by painting the kitchen, dining room and living room recently. As we were getting started, my husband looks at me and says, “You know that we are going to be at each other’s throats by the end of this.” Allow me to brief you on our personalities. Seth-very much mellow, go with the flow, not much bothers him type of man. Katy-has to have order, must finish something once she starts, impatient type of woman. Knowing this, I listened to my husband’s words, but did not pay them much attention, as I was focused on the task at hand. My husband actively participated, having grown wise to my personality.

I felt defeated. The paint wasn’t the color I thought it was going to be. We weren’t covering as much area as I thought we would. We weren’t even going to finish in one day. I looked around and was trying to make the best of the situation I presented myself with. About the time that my circuits were overloading, my husband just HAD to ask another question! “You exhaust me!” I said to him in a not so loving tone. “Ditto!” He replied in the same manor.

Time stood still. We were faced off, ready to take our ten steps and DRAW! One could almost here the famous shootout melody playing in the background of an old western. Not a word was spoken as we glared at each other, wondering who would make the next move. I drew my breath and threw my arms around my husband’s neck. Instead of choking him, I burst out into laughter and we swung around, encircled in one another. “I love you.” He said to me in a loving tone. “Ditto.” I replied in the same manor.


dstack said...

Bravoooooo! Way to go kids!

maggs said...

love it! they get better and better every single week! What a wonderful story!