girlfriend

I can't remember exactly when my husband started calling me his "girlfriend", but he does, and I like it. I'm so used to it that I don't even notice when he does it, but let me tell you, other people notice.

John wrote a letter to the editor of our small town newspaper this week. It was a letter about homework and the ridiculous amount that our children bring home each night. And in the letter, John referred to me as his girlfriend. I thought nothing of it. Until my email inbox starting filling up and my phone started ringing with questions from my friends wanting to know if I was the girlfriend.

It was kinda hard not to laugh. One of the secretaries from my kids' school called me and after I reassured her that John and I are still happily married, she told the others gathered around the phone, "See, I told you." The others thought that maybe he really did have a girlfriend and that I was unaware and that "they" should break the news to me. Hilarious. Maybe.

I'm slightly worried that folks in our small town might not get the gist of the homework issue he wrote about because they're sidelined by the whole "girlfriend" phrase.

So, I'm working on getting girlfriend privileges...more dates, more phone calls, more flowers, more jewelry. You get the picture. I'll keep you posted.