Driving my Lady to work this morning. I'm droning on about nothing much at all, she is quietly looking out the car window at the passing traffic. She asks me if I planned to do some grocery shopping because she saw me put carry bags into the car before we left. I natter on about buying the kids school snacks, odds and ends, blah blah blah.
Oh, if you think of it would you pick up some detangle shampoo for the daughter?
I fumble out my shopping list and find a pen in the glove box but the light changes and I drop them into the tray between us. She picks them up and writes an addition to the list for me. Thankyou, dear.
Later on, as I wheel the cart into the grocery store I look down the list in order to refresh my memory. I see the additions written by my quiet, thoughtful woman as I was driving her to work. My eye falls on the very last item on the list.
"BING"
I have thought of this on and off all day. Still getting a rise out of it.
She doesn't actually
need a new collar, (as you can see, the one we have looks just fine) but now I have another option when thinking about gifts to go under the tree
