When Erik asked me if I would want to write on the blog about our life, I thought a bunch of things, but none of them were, “Yes, I’ll get started right now.” I thought, “I’m not a writer, who cares about us, I have nothing to say, blah-blah-blah. But then it struck me…I have a lot to tell you about Erik. Like this story:
The other night, as we were heading to bed, I noticed that my coat was lying on the bed. I will pass by a perfectly good coat closet to lay my coat on the bed, table, chair, counter, whatever. I don’t know why but at this point in my life, it doesn’t look like it is going to change. So, with Erik being two feet closer to the coat closet, I asked him to hang it up for me. I should have known when he was so eager…I should have suspected when he came back grinning and said, “I hung up your coat for you.” But being a professional sleeper who, once I am ready for bed, can get to sleep in two seconds flat, I didn’t suspect anything. Silly me.
The next morning as I was leaving for work, I went to grab my coat. I found it fully zipped with the arms tucked neatly into the pockets. I smiled and grabbed the coat, but it didn’t budge. It turns out that he also snapped it to the hanger with the little tab that holds the liner in.
What a goober!
Over the years I have found receipts in my shoes, huge packs of toilet paper on my pillow, and socks in my purse whenever I have asked him to put something away for me. By now you’d think I would have learned, but he never ceases to crack me up with his antics.
I asked Supergirl if she would write a few blog posts about our real lives. We’re calling it Hank and Jane IRL, and if you don’t get the Hank and Jane reference, you need to read Errant Gods 🙂Follow me on social media: