Thursday, January 29, 2009

How did you leave your lady in bed, knowing that she's still in recovery mode, and even though her mother is more than capable of taking care of her, why do I feel like I should still be at home? How do I tell my boss that I am basically sleepwalking, because I was up every hour making sure my lady was alright and not in pain? How do I not feel paranoid about losing my job, because I took an extra day of leave, because I felt like I absolutely HAD to be there for my lady during this rough time? And how the HELL did 100 emails come to my work account in just 3 days? This concludes the rhetorical question section of the blog.

Speaking of my future mother-in-law, I need to convince/bribe her into living with us. Last night, not only did she cook a wonderful dinner of grilled salmon, a mixed green salad and a baked potato, but she set the table, brought the food out on the kitchen table, served us, collected our plates, AND washed the dishes, despite my passionate plea to wash them for her. By 6:40, I was full, satisfied, and watching the depressing local news. My lady and I usually don't get home until 6-6:30, and then we sit around for another hour getting ourselves together, so realistically speaking, we are putting our forks to the food around 8-8:30, which isn't always favorable to the digestive system. For me to be done eating a full two hours ahead of time is just fucking golden(c)Blagojevich

I've been asked to purchase a nightgown some time today, which is way out of my jurisdiction, but since my lady can't leave the house, and her mother has to stay be her side, the responsibility falls squarely on my shoulders. My lady suggested I ask my boss (who is a woman she's met) for some help, but my ego will not allow that, plus there's something creepy about my boss and I going in the female lingerie department together. Women who work in these departments often prey on and chastise men like me, thinking they can cajole us into purchasing more items than we had orginially intended to snag. So that I don't fall for that banana in the tailpipe routine, I will briskly walk into the that part of the store, pick the first thing I see that looks like my lady's size, I'll make sure its sheer(for my personal gain), I'm paying for it, and then I'm leaving. No "How can I help you today?", No, "Well what size is your lady?", and no "If I shove my breasts and cleavage in your face, can I get you to spend $100 more than you want." None of that.

This is what my blogs are going to look like once I get married, and I'm ok with that. Although, I haven't been out and in the world for 4 days, so I have limited material today.

Desafinado - Stan Getz

5 comments:

sixfive said...

HAH, good luck with the nightgown purchase. That's how I'd approach it as well, I hate being 'helped' by anyone at a store. Roll in, grab one that looks good, and get the hell out.

Sab D said...

banana in the tailpipe - golden

Jamal said...

And thus, it begins...

Arlene said...

Rashad, It is an honor to serve you and My lady. That is what I came here to do! :-))

As for the gown. Go to Victoria's Secret and expalin to the sales lady that you need a nice gown for your lady who had abdominal surgery. She'll get it.

Miss. Lady said...

LOL! Rashad scope that night gown out online. That way you can run in, grab it, pay for it and then run out. :) Good luck on your mission.