Saturday, May 05, 2012
Marriage 401, Lecture 641: He married me for other reasons
My sister and her new beau came to visit this weekend. He - henceforth known as "Matt" - had business in the area and she, aka as "Jenny" as his Southwest companion, came along for nothing.
The nice thing about a visiting sister is the standards are looser. I know, I know. You should be as nice to your family as you are to your friends, but come on. You know you let things slide with family the way you wouldn't with people whose love you have to earn. Although we did put clean wax paper in the microwave. We are not complete slobs.
But I didn't make the bed in the guest room. I waited until they arrived, and then asked if they preferred cotton or flannel sheets.And then I left them to it.
I did, of course, clean the bathroom. Who doesn't clean the bathroom before guests arrive? Gross people, that's who. I always clean the tub and the toilet and the sink in the guest bath. I shudder at the idea of taking a shower in a dirty tub. I have done so, when I traveled through Latin America after the Peace Corps, staying in the F and G hotels in the South American Handbook. It's a good thing I'm nearsighted and couldn't see a lot of what I was standing in, but I saw enough and sometimes, you just have to suck it up and be glad that your shots are up to date. Ever since then, though, I have vowed that I will not bathe in a dirty tub and I will not ask my guests to do so, either.
SH got home and hugged Jenny. I had just hugged her and had noticed how different it was from hugging SH.
"It's not like hugging me, is it?" I asked him.
He shook his head and laughed. "Oh, no!"
"It's a completely different experience, isn't it?"
"Yessssss," he nodded.
And she got the makeup and accessory genes and naturally curly hair. And she was smart enough to choose a profession that can't be outsourced. But I still love her.
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