I, Susan, am married to a wonderful man, who I wouldn't trade for all the shoes, chocolate or butter...yes even butter...in all the world. However, on occasion, my man of 28 years will give me brief glimpses into what life will be like for us when we are 80...if we live that long. So as the story goes, a friend of ours sent us an email, asking that we attend a meeting. His words were, "...I totally understand if you guys don't come, I know you're still a little gunshy..." The next day, my dearly beloved and I were outside working on our yard and he said to me, "What does gun-shee mean"? To which I replied, "What do you mean gun-shee"? "Well, in Mike's email, he said that we were a little gun-shee. Is that a new word he made up"? To which I replied with unbridled guffaws and promptly brought his vocab gaffe to his attention. "Do you mean, gun-SHY"? After we both recovered from laughing, he said, "Now honey, this will be our own little secret, right"? To which I innocently replied, "Of course it will".
Are you kidding me?
Keith honey, let me just apologize from the get-go that I have divulged our little secret first to the Fab Five and now to the world-o-blog, but honestly, some of the stuff you do is just too hilarious to keep to myself. And really, when you think about it, it's not like I'm sharing the "running bear" story...or the "McDonald's digging-for-change" story...or...
...uh oh.
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