HA!

I was really really irritated at Robert the other day. See, I'd not only worked on Christmas, I had cleaned out a closet, did the floors, super scrubbed the bathroom, I also ironed every single piece of work clothes in the basket. Added to the greatness of 'me' was the fact that I was feeling might might puny.

Wadda woman I was! What a wife my wise husband had snagged!

So he comes home, kisses me, asks If I'd thrown hay to the horses and then just breezes out to do that without seeing a thing, without saying a thing.

I was furious!!! I mean , really really indignant. I coughed as I looked at the closed door he'd just gone through. That thoughtless, uncaring, self centered . . .

. . . and then . . .

And then I realized he was going to feed my horses for me. He'd been at work all day to make sure I had horses and chickens and supplies to scrapbook, knit, draw, study . . . Then he comes in, feeds, takes care of the chickens, takes care of the stuff that needs fixing . . .

The list of things Robert does just because is endless. To keep me happy, to make me feel secure, because that is his job.

And I don't think I've ever really thanked him for that.

What a thoughtless, uncaring, self centered scum I am.