Are you caught up in watching the Olympic Games this year? While I have been working on design projects and decorating my newly painted bathroom (A blue ceiling. Really!), my husband, Rick, has been “busy” watching the Olympic Games. I don’t begrudge him that pleasure. He is a sports-guy and loves watching the Swimming, Golf, and Beach Volleyball competitions. I’m not a sports-gal, although I do enjoy watching the Gymnastics, which he very nicely records for me to watch when it is convenient for me. He doesn’t like decorating bathrooms, and I do. And would rather do it by myself. So we’re all square here.
But I am wondering if there is a difference between “watching the games” and being “obsessed” with watching the games.
The other day I was working on some decorating ideas in the newly painted bathroom and needed a bag for trash. I hollered… yes, I did.. I actually “hollered” to Rick, who was in the family room, at the other end of the house, watching said games: “WILL YOU BRING ME A TRASH BAG, PLEASE?”
I waited a minute or so, and became impatient. Where is he? Where is the trash bag I need?
As I started walking toward the family room to see just exactly why my request wasn’t being carried out as quickly as I would have liked, I saw Riley walking toward me.
See that “white thing” tied to his collar? It’s the trash bag I was asking for. Neatly and carefully tied to his collar by.. .none other than my Olympic-Game-Obsessed husband. Beach Volleyball was on. What else could he do?
I had to get a picture of this…. so I asked Riley to pose for me. I’m pretty sure I heard him say, “I’m a cuddly, adorable Bischon Frise. I am NOT a St. Bernard.”