Houston We Have A Problem And It Involves The Sun!!!!

Sun glasses that is. I leave Honey on his own for an afternoon while I lock myself in my office and write, and what do I come out to? An intervention! Seriously? There I am minding my own business when I walk into our kitchen and I see:

One minute I’m doing the old, do-tat-do-tat-do and the next my head snaps around for a double-take on the lineup. Here’s the conversation:

“What’s this?”

Honey, “An intervention.”

“But those are my sunglasses.”

“I see that. What I’d like to know is how many heads do you have?”

Wow, didn’t realize I’m married to a comedian. “Very funny. Don’t mess with my shades.”

He steps in front of me and crosses his arms over his chest. If you knew the guy like I did that kinda meant this was war. “I think I have to. How many sunglasses does one person need?”

“22.” Yeah, I know, I pulled that out of the old thin air. It’s my specialty. If you say something plausible with enough conviction people usual go, okay. Honey? Not so much because he knows me too well.

“Bullshit.”

See? I told you. “Look,” I walked over to the counter and lovingly pet each pair, “It’s like this. Each of these goes with a different outfit-”

He made a sound like a buzzer going off when a contestant loses. That got my back up.

“I’m not getting rid of one pair.” It’s at this point I spy a pair I don’t recognize in the lineup. Oh, wait, yes I do. They’re his crappy old ones he wears to the beach. He’s had them forever. The guy loves them. Can you hear the gears cranking inside my head? “I tell you what,” I said to him. “I’ll agree to throw away one pair. I promise. The rest I’ll put in a basket in my closest so they aren’t cluttering up,” I look around wondering where the hell he did find all of these, “whatever corner of our home these were taking up space.”

“Good enough.”

I collect all my babies and then snatch up his pair and toss them to him. “You want to do the honors?”

“Sure.”

I was halfway down the hall to my bedroom when I hear him yell, “Son-of-a-bitch!” heheheh. When is going to learn?

Rediscovering all these beauties, though? Heck, it was like Christmas all over again for me. Yay!

Riley