I wish I had something glamorous and exciting to share. I don't. I have been a bad blogger with not too much Manical craziness these days, but I guess that's good. That's good, right? I mean, it's summertime, and we're just getting through our days, doing summertime stuff.
Like take this scenario, if you will:
Emacy and I were at the pool last week and we weren't sure if storms were coming later. Mr. Manic, being the weather-dorkman that he is, ALWAYS knows what is coming through the area, so I'm on my lounge chair and I call him.
Me: Hi, you busy? (First dumb question--Of course he's busy--he is running a multi-million dollar company or something like that I think?)
Him: (being really kind and not at all annoyed with my dumb question)
No, what's up?
Me: Are you near a computer?
(Second dumb question--he's at the office, of course he's near a computer)
Him: (still being kind but I can tell there's a smidgen of annoyance in his voice)
Yes, of course.
Me: Can you check something for me?
Me: Can you go to weather.com and let me know if there's any storms coming in?
(third and final dumb question)
Him: (Sighing and checking, probably also thinking of the tens of hundreds important things he's got to get done)
No storms, looks like you're good.
Me: Thank you! I love you! Have a nice day!
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So yeah, that's a perfect example of how summer's been so far. And now this story has elevated into daily conversations and ripping on me, but come on! I was checking for the well-being of our children! Like if storms were heading into the area, I would have gathered up my children and taken them to safety!
But now, he and Emacy's husband were talking the other day saying they wished they were Hindu or at least practiced Hinduism because then they could believe in reincarnation.
And no, they don't want to come back in their next life as a cat or a stripper's pole.
Nope, they want to be reincarnated at a Seven Bridges Wife.
Who or what would you come back as?