About Living with the Captain

Some of you have commented or asked if I am living with the Captain.

Well yes, yes I am.  And No, no I'm not. 

What?

The Captain has kept a place of his own, but really, we are living together.  We didn't plan it that way, but it just sort of happened when plans started changing and lives started changing and houses sold but then they didn't and buying became renting.  His "place" is his boat - which he has lived on in the past and loves to do, but I am not ready to live on a boat.  He lives on it now and then and figures when my kids come home, he may disappear for a couple days.  Or maybe not.  But he has that option, because he is amazingly thoughtful and careful in his life.

Living with the Captain is an amazing experience.  Last weekend, I chased the Hurricane to Charleston to visit Daughter at school and trade cars with her.  While we were going to the beach and shopping and eating out and dancing and generally enjoying ourselves, the Captain did the following, (without being asked):

• Installed a shelf in the guest bath
• Installed a new curtain rod in the guest bath
• Installed a dimmer switch in our bathroom
• Fixed the hinges on the fence so that Queen Bee can't let herself out
• installed my stereo system and surround sound speakers
• built stands for the 4 Surround Sound Speakers
• Unpacked all the TV/Stereo stuff, got the whole internet/tv/netflix thing working and put all the boxes away so that the living/family room almost looks like a room and not a college dorm
• installed under the counter lights in the kitchen near the stove and cooking areas
• Fixed the wi-fi in the house
• Did laundry
• went shopping
• Did a dozen other things I have forgotten at the moment.

The Captain is thoughtful, caring and utterly amazing.

And when I called him on my way home to inform him that I had been "delayed"?  He worried about the car - I said, "No, um, I hit a little traffic.  Then I stopped to get gas....across the street from the outlets and I had to go buy shoes and clothes and a new Kate Spade purse...."  He laughed and said, "I can't wait to see everything."  And he meant it.  When I got home and showed him my new Cole Haan shoes that I practically stole from the outlet?  ($1000 of shoes for $200?  Yes I did!!), his response was, "Those are beautiful!  Try them on for me!"  Not kidding.

Yes, I love living with the Captain. 

And no, I don't have pictures of the shoes.  Yet.

No Hot Dog Buns?

A couple weeks ago, remote control took over, and I decided we'd have hot dogs for dinner on Sunday night. Ex grew up eating HDs and watching "Wonderful World of Disney" and instituted the same ritual in our house. Despite the fact that I hated hot dogs, I had to cook them. Ugh. Until I discovered skinless all beef hot dogs and cooked them with fried onions. So on this remote control night of recent vintage, I went off to the grocery store for my daily trip (see comments) to pick up some buns. But there aren't any. Anywhere. No off brands. No Expensive brands. No potato rolls for goodness sakes. WTH? No it wasn't Memorial day weekend. It wasn't even a particularly sunny, pleasant weekend. It was just a Sunday night. And there were no hot dog buns. In a great, big, chain grocery store. And I realize just how spoiled and demanding I can be when something as silly as missing hot dog buns gets my knickers in a twist....