This is the first Black Friday in 25 years that my husband hasn’t gone to work. It’s a standing joke between us – or is it? – that I always want him working or anywhere other than home. Before you judge me, ask anyone my age and if they say they prefer to have their spouse home I guarantee she is lying.
We ventured out today to a quaint shopping village to go in a few specific stores and then get the heck out of there before the crowds converged. We did our business and were about to leave when I pulled my immortal beloved over to a bench. Moving in real close to hm, taking his hand, I asked, “What am I doing right now?” He replied that he didn’t know and shifting closer to him and stroking his face with my free hand, telling him to look into my eyes, I said, “This is called ‘You’ll-Never-Take-Black-Friday-Off-Again.” We were both laughing and I could barely get the words out. People were walking by and I wasn’t keeping my voice down. I asked him if he loved me and rested my head on his chest. We were both still chuckling as I commented that anyone walking by wouldn’t think we’d been together a quarter of a century.
I don’t know where he will be November 24th next year but I’m pretty sure today’s Public Display of Affection will give him pause. There’s no better way to put some distance between you and your man than pulling him close for all the world to see.