Husband is presenting at a conference this week. I found out last Friday that he was leaving. "Where are you going?"
I don't know...Florida
Well, where in Florida?
I don't know...The Middle.
He's now thinking that I'm thinking, "Glad I'm not gonna be stuck in Sponge Bob Land." The psychology of Husband is so predictable, yet I fall for it every time.
Sunday I found out that this is "The Middle". No wonder he was vague. The proverbial doghouse is getting an addition.
Well Husband, we had dinner on a cruise ship in Providence last night, which was located in the kids'bedroom. We had multiple courses, just like you probably did. If anyone says, Yes but your husband had dinner at the Four Seasons Palm Beach so you totally suck I will feel sad. It won't stop me from writing cliched yet ironical poems, however. Ever since this guy stole my idea I just want to write poems.
A Cruise Ship in a Small Apartment in Providence - A Photopoem by Pink
Tonight we're going on a cruise
There's an open bar so mommy gets booze
Kiddos get to eat upstairs
Please try to avoid all cat hairs
As you know there's a very big storm
Better snuggle in bed
And get very warm
There are snacks and drinks for all first mates
Tedious meals mommy just hates
So here are some artichokes
Eat them on the floor
Dining at the table is such a bore!
When the waves die down
You can have some carrots
And wine for mommy!
Greek yogurt sundaes
With clementines and honey
All this adventure for so little money.
We all laughed and had some fun
Now some stories and the cruise is done
It's time for sleep, ahoy you rogues
Now mommy can retire and read her Vogues.
(And be pissed off that she isn't at the Four Seasons Palm Beach.)