Tuesday, October 12, 2010
I am married to an Eeyore.
Not that it’s a bad thing. Eeyore’s are faithful friends, always glad to commiserate with you on any thing. Especially if it’s something gloomy like the rain, a pain in your tushie, rotted veggies in your garden, squirrels in your bird feeder,
and lack of just about anything.
It will soon be my anniversary and so I have been thinking of what to give my Luscious man. When we were courting, I told him, I said ~ “I don’t need a man, I need a donkey!”
To which he replied, “Where in the back forty do you want me? I’ll click my heels up for you”. Words of such endearment won my heart. Over the years I have become very accustomed to his ways. He is such a big teddy bear but I am more of a Pooh and he is more the Eeyore. For example, these Eeyore quotes could’ve come out of Luscious Larry’s mouth:
"A little Consideration, a little Thought for Others, makes all the difference. Or so they say."
"When you shout 'Is anybody at home?' into a rabbit hole, and a voice answers 'No!' it probably means you're not welcome."
"When someone says 'How-do-you-do," just say that you didn't."
The kids will tell you that he will always come through for them in true Eeyore fashion.
Always on time – which is his time – and will always say Luv when he says good bye.
When he leaves for work in the morning, I kiss him goodbye and have to bite back the sage words of Eeyore “Have a nice day, it’ll probably rain”. He already knows that.