I’ve always been a pretty low-maintenance kind of gal. Never been into the designer fashions or expensive jewelry. Just as happy to go have a beer with friends as to sip cocktails at an upscale restaurant. I’d rather have the attention of my spouse than anything he could buy for me with money.
You’d think my husband would want to keep it that way, wouldn’t you? But no, he seems determined to cultivate a preference for the finer things in life. He likes to go to fancy restaurants. A couple of years ago he took me to a resort-type place for my birthday. And this weekend we’re going on a cruise.
I’ve never been on a cruise before. It’s a three-day trip to the Bahamas and back, to celebrate the fact that we’re both still alive in spite of having been married for fifteen years. My parents will be watching the sproggen for us.
If, in my old age, I am hopelessly spoiled and refuse to eat anything but lobster and champagne, it will be my husband’s fault.