On the benefits of being married
There are several benefits to being married, and I just experienced one of the many. Perhaps some background is required to understand what I mean.
The day before yesterday, I somehow ended up staying up from 3pm to around 1pm the following afternoon. Normally this would not be a big deal, however, yesterday morning, I had to load some software on site in Inglewood at 7 in the morning. I was fairly sleep deprived, and when the company asked me if I could come back the following morning at 10ish, I said "sure, no sweat". Unfortunately, I had forgotten about the meeting scheduled with another company in Santa Ana (oops, they prefer to call it South Coast Metro... Kinda like Norwalk Hills I guess) on the same day. So, it looked like rush to Inglewood, do some junk (do some junk is a highly technical term that I don't have time to explain at the moment), rush back home, throw on the suit and tie, then rush to Santa Ana (damn, did it again).
I woke up, found out that my suit was missing... tore up the room and couldn't find it anywhere. Tried all the roommates and no luck. No big deal, I had a fallback plan of nice slacks and a dress shirt. One slight problem. The slacks, it turns out, have a hole in em... and not on the hem or anything like that. Lets just say anyone could see the color of my chonies should they care to look.
Did some more scrounging, and found an old suit in my brother-in-law's closet, but it was covered in cat hair, had some unknown white spots on it, and pretty much was in shambles. Here's where the benefit of marriage comes in. I know it took a while, but I felt the background was important.
I had to rush to Inglewood, I had no viable outfit for the later meeting in Santa Ana (you know the drill), and was debating if I could pull off the "I'm a techie nerd, so it doesn't matter if I'm in jeans and a t-shirt" look, when Michele, the love of my life, said she'd take care of the suit for me while I was in the field.
The Inglewood job took less time than I thought, so I got home about a half hour earlier than I originally thought. When I got home, my wife was gone, but the suit was ready, and looked as if it had just come back from the dry cleaners.
I don't know how she worked her magic. Maybe it had something to do with a thing I heard called an eye ron. Whatever that is. Or perhaps it has to do with that strange white machine in the storage room that shakes and occasionally buzzes. I may never find out how she did it, but I am thankful she knew how. And, before you ask, yes, I was able to get dressed all by myself.
So anyways, I'm just really thankful that I married this woman, who knows how to cover for me when I put myself in tight situations.
Love ya Miche.
The day before yesterday, I somehow ended up staying up from 3pm to around 1pm the following afternoon. Normally this would not be a big deal, however, yesterday morning, I had to load some software on site in Inglewood at 7 in the morning. I was fairly sleep deprived, and when the company asked me if I could come back the following morning at 10ish, I said "sure, no sweat". Unfortunately, I had forgotten about the meeting scheduled with another company in Santa Ana (oops, they prefer to call it South Coast Metro... Kinda like Norwalk Hills I guess) on the same day. So, it looked like rush to Inglewood, do some junk (do some junk is a highly technical term that I don't have time to explain at the moment), rush back home, throw on the suit and tie, then rush to Santa Ana (damn, did it again).
I woke up, found out that my suit was missing... tore up the room and couldn't find it anywhere. Tried all the roommates and no luck. No big deal, I had a fallback plan of nice slacks and a dress shirt. One slight problem. The slacks, it turns out, have a hole in em... and not on the hem or anything like that. Lets just say anyone could see the color of my chonies should they care to look.
Did some more scrounging, and found an old suit in my brother-in-law's closet, but it was covered in cat hair, had some unknown white spots on it, and pretty much was in shambles. Here's where the benefit of marriage comes in. I know it took a while, but I felt the background was important.
I had to rush to Inglewood, I had no viable outfit for the later meeting in Santa Ana (you know the drill), and was debating if I could pull off the "I'm a techie nerd, so it doesn't matter if I'm in jeans and a t-shirt" look, when Michele, the love of my life, said she'd take care of the suit for me while I was in the field.
The Inglewood job took less time than I thought, so I got home about a half hour earlier than I originally thought. When I got home, my wife was gone, but the suit was ready, and looked as if it had just come back from the dry cleaners.
I don't know how she worked her magic. Maybe it had something to do with a thing I heard called an eye ron. Whatever that is. Or perhaps it has to do with that strange white machine in the storage room that shakes and occasionally buzzes. I may never find out how she did it, but I am thankful she knew how. And, before you ask, yes, I was able to get dressed all by myself.
So anyways, I'm just really thankful that I married this woman, who knows how to cover for me when I put myself in tight situations.
Love ya Miche.