The opening night of the New York Philharmonic, live from Lincoln Center. It's Dvorak. "Look," he says, "It's Yo-Yo Ma." Yo-Yo Ma?? Yo-Yo Ma???! I didn't even think he knew who Yo-Yo Ma was.
Today, when he had a couple of hours between sales calls, he came home. He did some work on the computer first, sending emails and faxing things like busy Canadian bee. The little girls were napping, so I was doing a book review and an entry for a new blog I'm working for - more on that soon. When he was done, he stood behind me and gave me a 10 minute shoulder massage.
He didn't follow that up by asking if he could go on a weekend trip to Vegas.
Or Atlantic City.
He didn't invite twelve people to dinner tonight.
He was just being nice.
Doods. What the fuck?
Alien abduction. It's the only logical answer.
8 comments:
um yeah I think I love you
Don't question it. Just enjoy it.
Hmmm sounds like he's up to something, either that or an alien did abduct him. :-) Enjoy it while you can!
I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop ;)
So when will we hear about this blog you're writing for?
either that or there is something HUGE stewing and he has to butter you up for days instead of just an afternoon...
While I want to say he's upto something - at the same time - enjoy it!! Who knows how long it will last and you've earned it darlin.
Maybe he read your blog and realizes how much pressure you're under sometimes.
Enjoy it!
If a ransom demand arrives, ignore it. keep the new model.
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