A little G and T, light on the G, (made with diet tonic of course), Netflix tuned to the first season of Gossip Girl, and I can finally take a breath and write about the homecoming. Oh yes, and the departure, too, all within a week’s time. So…I was all prepared; freshly made granola, check, oatmeal cookies, check, brownies, check, French bread, check, guacamole and spicy flax seed chips from Traders, check, all the faves that are the usual things he misses. (Remember when your mom said the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach? So true, so true) Who does not love Blair Waldorf, I ask you, and Chuck Bass, well, I guess I really have never grown up, as many have said snarkily, and you know who you are. Off to the airport with a picnic basket of some guac and chips, my famous smoothie, a couple of cookies, and a crisp apple from our tree. A last spritz of Chance and I’m out the door.Now if you think I am a subservient Dr. Laura kind of wife, you are dead wrong. In my never-to-be-humble opinion, what I am is a great role model for today’s new wives. (Honestly, Chuck Bass is the stuff dreams are made of, and I know you are not supposed to end a sentence with a preposition, but this time it works.) Back to the subject at hand. I mean, why do we get married anyway, if not to treat each other with love and respect and to make the other feel special and pampered? Not just so that they won’t search for it elsewhere, although that is a consideration, but because it only makes sense. I am not always so wonderful, I have a spoiled and bitchy side for sure, but if there is one time when you need to pull out all the stops and bring on the banners and welcome home signs, slinky nightgowns, and smooth skin, it is when your man has been away for months. I also proudly admit to getting a syringe of magic elixir– yeah for Botox! I am not ashamed to say that I love it; I love the smooth wrinkle-less forehead and no frowny lines. Getting older is no fun, that’s no joke. A few sticks with a needle does the trick and lasts for months. I have yet to try fillers, but that’s next on my to-do list. There was some godawful bad traffic on the way to the airport; what normally should take about thirty-five minutes stretched out to about an hour for some reason or another. I was freaking out, ‘cos I like to be early. As it was, he was waiting out in front. His 3-day journey to get home was over, it was time for some fun! Our ride home was punctuated with intermittent hand-feedings of snacks and the obligatory surf check. I know he is happy to see me, but if there’s a SW swell happening—once a surfer, always a surfer. See what I mean? That’s him stretching and some small-ish waves.
Now I’m watching the episode entitled New Haven Can Wait. Time to freshen my cocktail…Stay Tuned for Part Two of Homecoming, Hello and Goodbye