This weekend Ben and I were driving up to his parents between 6 and 10 pm on a stormy night. Along the ride, the kids watch a movie, Ben and I talk about things we just don’t have enough time to talk about.
I have a surgery planned for August, not a big deal, it’s voluntary. But as we are talking about what to expect: my pre-op appointment and the day off appointment and the couple of days off from work. I’m a wee bit worried, not because of me and the potential pain but because I won’t be able to take care of everyone, lift 20 plus pounds and do the general stuff that I do and he manages to crack me up.
You see, Ben is forever on a diet – and he is really good looking (in my opinion) :). Anyway, he doesn’t allow himself to eat un-natural food except for on weekends. And I’m one of those annoying people who can eat when they’re hungry and eat only what they want – which, if I want, I can eat eat cookies, brownies, ice cream etc, which is super annoying to anyone on a diet. I get that and I even tame myself when I need to…
So anyway, Ben’s always on a diet, I’m getting ready for surgery and I probably will have to fast for either 8 or 24 hours before the surgery, this is when Ben’s humor kicks in (and one of the many reason I love him): and he says “so during this time I should make brownies, cookies, maybe I should drive all the way to Atlanta and get some cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory!”
I laugh and say “be sure to put some ice cream with the brownie!”
Ben continues to jest “I need to make this as painful to you as you do for me: you come back from New York with two bags of M&Ms from the M&M store and ask ‘do you want some?’ and OF COURSE I WANT SOME!” he says with a huge smile.
I bust up laughing because it is soo true! I’m horrible and he’s so good! I’m the devil, tempting the good.
I’m so lucky to have such a wonderful Man.