On the flight back from
It was a good thing that we had talked about that because we had hardly been home an hour before Linda’s sister was calling and wanting to know all about the trip. As I listened to Linda’s side of the phone conversation I thought once or twice she might start to weaken, but she held strong to her resolve and only talked about the great weather and the game.
We didn’t get together with either of our families for several weeks after our return because of other obligations. Finally it was decided that we would host an informal party at our house for the Super Bowl.
Unlike past family gatherings, no meal was prepared as everyone just brought snacks to share. This meant I didn’t spend most of the time in the kitchen cooking and cleaning up. Why was this significant? Because I didn’t spend the evening in any kind of feminine mode… no apron, no feminine clothing, not even any hints of discussions or comments about my housewife role as in past family get-togethers. I was really surprised by this as I was treated as a regular guy the whole time. It allowed Linda and I to tell the details about going to the bowl game, which everyone wanted to hear about. We kind of glossed over the rest of the trip and the family finally got their fill of it so we could put that behind us.
I know you wanted to hear that I was totally embarrassed in front of our family by being ultra feminine attired and serving everyone drinks while wearing my French Maid outfit, or having to endure the torture of revealing intimate details of Linda’s time with Darryl or me having a date (and more) with Roger. Sorry to say, nothing like that happened.
See, if this was fiction I would have gone on with stories like that for weeks. But I’m being honest here folks. But don’t give up on me. There is still a lot of juicy things to share, which I will do so soon.