So I have been watching “Resuce Me”
( a fire fighter show) on FX with Dennis Leary.
I have to say I just love this show. It reminds me that I really love fire fighters.
My Step-dad used to be a fire fighter and my uncle was a fire fighter.
It’s such a
Hello!!! Me!
So, to say that fire fighters have been in my head lately is an understatement.
Anyways, last weekend when the sportsman and I were on our special weekend alone together (we had lots of time to talk) I happened to mentioned, that I thought he should be a fire fighter. His current job isn’t all that secure and fire fighters are always needed. No?
So I told the sportsman that he should check into it.
I was dead serious. As a back up plan.
That was the last time we talked about "it"
(fire fighters).
However, that same day and many times previously (in our marriage) I have mentioned to the sportsman that I would like for him to get a motorcycle.
I love motorcycles.
We are getting to the point in our lives(as soon as the soccerboy and my daughter moves outs) where we could go some place for a weekend on a long ride and not have to worry about any kids. Doesn't that sound like an awesome good time?
So the other morning we were in the shower together and I mention to the sportsman again, just joking about the fire fighter thing.
To my surprise, the sportsman turned and looked me dead in the eye and ask me if I was having an affair with a fire fighter, who drives a motorcycle.
I busted out laughing.
My reply was “ are you freakin serious”?
I am soooooo not having any affair with any fire fighter.
Sounds to me like the sportsman is just a tad bit on the paranoid side. What cha think?
Can't anyone take a freakin joke anymore.
Geez.
Chill the fuck out already.
Chill the fuck out already.
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