Ok, look. This past weekend was our 12th Anniversary. We have two kids and the present we gave each other was a night alone. No noise. No kids. No nothing. Seriously. We went to bed. It was great! We are both still tired, but I actually think I slept through the night without waking up once. But that’s not the real story. It’s what happened on Friday that’s inspired me to write this post.
At the office, Laura and I had just finished the Friday Parenting Unplugged show and were just doing some work when we got a surprise visit from the Fire Department on a routine check of the building for hazards. After 12 years of marriage and 13+ years together I know my wife pretty well, so I immediately looked at her. I swear she was already drooling. They were wearing blue fire department T-shirts, blue pants and boots. What’s sexy about that? As I gazed at my wife who was oblivious to the fact that I was even in the room, I proclaimed, “Maybe I should just get you a bobblehead doll of one of the guys and you will feel better.” Without missing a beat, she turned to me and said emphatically, “Thanks, but a blow up doll would be much better.”
I nearly hit my head on the desk as I fell out of my chair in hysterics. Seriously, I don’t know what it is about a man in a uniform, but women change. They are no longer your wife, your girlfriend, your friend with benefits, they are a woman on a mission, and we guys are just an empty coke can on the side of the road. Trash!
Fortunately, the guys did their job and left quickly. But I could have sworn as they sauntered past the room we were in, they all peered in at Laura and gave her that look that says, “Anytime you are too hot, call us and we will put out your fire.”
