So I'm attempting to write a novel, so far so good on that. I love the time I'm spending on it even though I haven't been able to read since I started. I like being pulled into the world of my imagination where I follow and direct what happens to my characters. The thing is though, that it consumes a lot of time and energy. Rob is used to me being the one pestering him for attention.
Well, last night the tables turned slightly. He kept finding excuses to come and ask me things while I sat at the computer. He was impatient waiting for me to finish my pages before running errands.
Finally he came and sat down and said,
"I'm bored. I want you to hang out with me."
"Awww. But I have work to finish, Rob. Just let me get through what I need to."
"But pleeeaaseee." he said oh so tempting. "You're pretty." he added as his last attempt. (Rob loves to tell me I'm pretty when he wants something or has just said something stupid.)
Then he started doing some stuff I won't write but will mention is a good way to distract me. But he realized I needed to stay on task so he stopped and said "I'm just working on earning the dedication."
"to my loving, hot, amazingly supportive husband." he mused. I laughed loudly in defiance even though he's pretty right on about that.
"What? No?" He said, "I'll help you edit... huh huh?"
Then he lit up with a new idea. "Oooh, what about to the pimp of my existence?"
What a pain in the ass. God, I love him. Maybe the entertainment of my existence.
Layers, So Many
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