I got my vitamin D and a little sun burn on my pale irish skin today from a hobble in the park across the street. Yay!!
She brought me a hat, a sweet brown fedora lookin thing, my shades and we hit the trail and the speed of crawl
I never remember what we chat about on our walks but it usually involves some hilarity, a trip or occasional fall with some more laughing to follow.
Today for some reason, in the middle of an empty field, we decided to pull up my shirt to see how my surgery scars are healing, they’re nowhere near boob zone and I still don’t know why we decided that was a good time and place,
I think its because we forget other people most of the time and are just generally used to be stared at when we’re together.
I think we also scared some kids and parents on the play structure several hundred feet away because in poking a finger at one scar, we realised a suture was missed and clumsily, my wife poked at it, causing it to come out and fall on the waistband of my shorts.
We both screamed a little like two ladies who saw a tarantula with an AK-47.
It didn’t hurt. I think it mostly it was the shock that it popped out that gave us a start.
Then I snuggled a giant oak tree and admired some shoots newly poking their heads out of the ground, aaah lovely.
“You stepped in some dog shit with your boot,” said B
“Noooo I didn’t,” I replied, “I would’ve seen it.”
So because I didn’t see it, to me it didn’t happen.
Well, I’m definitely smelling something a little dog shit-esque in the living room right now.
Yep. Pretty sure it’s me….*groan*
Happy spring dear readers!