Can You Feel The Love Tonight?

You know what every husband enjoys? Elton John songs, an emotional storyline acted out in English by safari animals, and extravagant displays of puppetry.

Okay, okay. Maybe not.

Still, the hubby is taking me to see the Lion King. The musical, not the animated movie.

*Jazz Hands*

Wooooooooooo!

And I only have to wait 4 months to go.

Woooooooooo.

Woooo.

Sigh.

Wo.

On an unrelated note, I have informed the husband, using air quotes, that I no longer recognize his "deadlines" and that I'm gonna put the "dead" in his "deadlines" if he doesn't stop working so much. He made the mistake of admitting that the team members with children aren't putting in the kind of overtime hours that he has been putting in these past weeks. Months. Year.

I have therefore declared myself a "special needs" wife and I am thisclose to showing up at Boeing in a bathrobe and with my hair in curlers. Both things I will need to buy for this scenario. Because my hubby has family that needs him, too. I'm out of episodes of Damages and I'm forcing myself to watch The Voice. Sh*t is about to hit the fan. I'm a woman at the end of my rope!

Also, I am not above using permanent marker to draw inappropriate pictures on his face while he sleeps and then writing "Suck this, Deadline!" or something equally clever on his forehead.

One can only have so many days that go like this:

Pandora the cat: "Meow. Mew."

Me: "Mew, mew yourself, Pandora."

Pandora: "Mewp."

Me: "Mewp, mewp."

"Meeeeeeeeeew," says Pandora.

"MEEEEEEEEEEW", I say.

And so on.