I bought fresh green beans and little red potatoes at the farmers stand for dinner this evening. This will accent the roast that has been cooking in the slow cooker all day. Since the hubby was going from the porch back into the house to fill his coffee cup I asked him if he could please bring back the beans and a bowl so I could get them ready for dinner. He brings the beans, a bowl, and a knife. I asked what the knife was for and he tells me for cutting the beans. I just smiled really sassy at him and kept my comment "your such a Yankee" to myself. I was brought up the tradition southern style which meant I spend many a summers not only picking bushel baskets of green beans but I had to sit and snap bushels of them. And I won't even begin to talk about all of the canning I was forced to assist with. Funny how at the time I was so miserable and mad about spending summers in the garden and now those memories are my very favorite. Well not the memories of picking grapes for jelly. The spiders in those grape vines were the biggest, furriest, scariest creatures to me and I still have nightmares about them. Maybe that is when I developed such a fear of bugs. Guess that is one for Dr. Phil to figure out.
Anyway today the weather was wonderful, I got the pool cleaned, organized the pantry,I made a fantastic dinner (wish hubby would have acknowledged) and know I am relaxing with a glass of wine and writing this posting while I wait for my bubble bath to cool down. I got side tracked and ran the water way to hot. I bet I could poach a egg in it it's so hot. So, my plan for the evening is a rather hot bath, another glass of wine, and reading a few chapters in this amazing book I picked up at a thrift store. (gotta love $.79 per book) The book so far is about this young couple in love that are separated by family circumstances , after time marry someone else, and then by accident run into each other at the market. I am up to the chapter were they have secretly met and.................... I can't tell you anymore or I might ruin the story for you. I will say it is sooo good so far and I want a man that longs for me that way!!!
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Talk to him. That's all I can say. Talk. Talking is the greatest aphrodisiac.
I can't guarantee results, but I can guarantee you won't get any results by dreaming about what could be.
I fell into that same trap of wishing and wanting. I still do. But I had no choice but to look elsewhere. If you still have that chance, it's worth pursuing.
Just talk to the man.
Of course, in reality, we can't all be as perfect as me!
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