Bless His Heart

My husband, (who I lovingly refer to as "the Gladiator") once all dark-headed and now mostly gray, has his blonde moments - including this morning's.

Bless his heart.

You see, his job requires that he travel a great deal in order to cover his sales territory.

Sound familiar?

Well, one would think that after the habit and consistency of traveling nearly every week, one would, you know, remember what one is supposed to pack when traveling.

Right?

One would only hope so.

Here lately, though, I've been worrying about the Glad-man. Could it be the gray or the blonde that is, um....... taking root?

I'm not sure.

But suffice to say, that, er...... something's going on.

I was enjoying my morning coffee earlier and padding around the house glancing outside to watch the soft rain sprinkle over the back of the farm - and just taking my time weaning into the day, when the phone rang.......

Doesn't it always?

It was my beloved.

Me: "Hello"

Gladiator: "Hey. Where are you?"

(Didn't he call me at home?)

Me: "I'm in the kitchen. Where are you?"

Gladiator: "I'm in my hotel room."

Me: "Oh, okay. How are you?"

Gladiator: "I don't have any underwear."

Me: "What?"

Gladiator: (louder) "I-Don't-Have-Any-Underwear!"

Me: ROARING WITH LAUGHTER

Gladiator: "Why is that funny?"

Me: "How can you not have any underwear?" (now no longer able breathe because I am laughing so hard)

Gladiator: "Because I opened my suitcase and there wasn't any underwear in there - that's how. I can't keep wearing the same underwear I came down here in....."

Me (in my sweetest Scarlett voice): "Honey, does the town you're in have a Wal-Mart?"

Gladiator: "Yeah, they do. I saw it when I drove in yesterday."

Give that man a prize.........

And now you know the rest of the conversation.

Y'all, just bless his heart already.

;-)
South of the Gnat Line