By Lorry Myers
I knew something was wrong, he had been short tempered and in a snit all week. I thought I knew what was making my husband so testy but I decided to ask him because I wanted to hear it in his own words.
“What’s wrong with you?” I blurted out as we sat down to the dinner table.
“Nothing,” was the answer Randy gave at first but when I pushed and asked again, he gave me a snort and shook his head.
“What?” I said. “What?”
“You know you are leaving this week, don’t you?” Randy asked, with forced patience.
Of course I knew I was leaving this week. My niece was getting married and asked if I would go wedding dress shopping with her. When she called, I screamed and cried and danced around the house like I had been invited to prom. Without question I was going, I’d worked hard all her life to be her favorite aunt…I would do anything for my niece.
Including traveling to New York City to shop for her wedding dress.
“You don’t want me to go?” I prodded Randy, knowing he had more to say.
“I just don’t like you traveling by yourself,” my husband, the worrier, replied.
I knew it! I knew this was why he was all out of sorts.
“Do you want to come with me?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“I would rather stick a fork in my eye.” Randy fired back, with a look of certainty on his face.
“Then quit worrying.” I sighed. “I have traveled before, what could possibly go wrong?”
Randy’s mouth dropped open and he looked at me like I had lost my mind.
I have seen this look before.
“What?” I said again, knowing I was about to find out. “What?”
It was then that my husband reminded me of past travel mishaps, reciting them like they happened just yesterday.
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