marriage rut

Last night was much of the same for us.

I made dinner.

Rusty ate dinner.

I cleaned up the kitchen.

Rusty checked his e mail.

I fed the babies.

Rusty went to watch sifi.

I discovered that I was bored out of my mind. So I broke out some stuff that I was going to use to make Christmas gift's. I got them done, so I decided to start on a project that I had been putting off.

I went into the garage and located a box of my dad and my father in laws ties. I go back to the kitchen area. Kittens are still sleeping, and I turn on a music channel. Dump the box out on the table and I go put on the kettle.

Inside the box is a lifetime of ties. There were a few of them still tied so I slipped them on my neck.

That is when Rusty walks in. I looked at him and said  "We are in a marriage rut."

Rusty just looked at me and said "what?"

I said you heard me.

Rusty looks around the room. Tea cups had been glued to saucers, there is a stack of dead men's neck ties on the table. I am wearing three tie's and just then my cat tea pot started to moo. Rusty said "your cat is mooing. And if we are in a marriage rut I would hate to see what you will be like in another 20 years."

Today I was once again dealing with the tie. When all of a sudden the chair I was sitting in broke and I went tumbling to the ground. I screamed as I was falling.

Rusty comes running in to see me laying on the floor laughing and to see straight pins everywhere.

I am making a scarf out of the old  neck ties. This project is turning into a pain in my ass! I hate sewing on silk. My mom better like this damn scarf!

Well, I better go put all the stuff back in the kitchen. I had to move it all so I could mop.

I guess my marriage rut is not that bad.

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