I remember the specific incident, if not the exact date. Ron's announcement came somewhere in the frantic preparations of the holiday season and our trip to Costa Rica. He had started down to work, but came back to stand over me as I typed some banal drivel of a comment onto Facebook, "I had an idea...". My extremely sympathetic and supportive retort was an emphatic, "Oh, shit". After 33 years of marriage, I knew, nothing good was going to come of this.
Ron thinks it would be great fun to test our limits. To push ourselves to experience new and different ideas, philosophies, lifestyles...cuisine? I'm hoping this doesn't lead up to some perverse wife-swapping thingy (unless he's met with John Barrowman and we're negotiating a threesome). Ron wants to, monthly, do something, see something, go somewhere we wouldn't normally do/see/go. All this, at a time I just want to rest and begin the downward spiral into old age....
But, seriously, what choice do I have? I have to go along with this...or he'll pout. Really, he puts on his martyr face and mopes! He looks at me like his heart is broken! Why can't he just throw things and beat me...
So anyway, this month we start, thus the new blog to record our "adventures", or to give the police a head's up when we're reported missing...
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