Gryphen’s Post this morning over at tIM inspired me to come clean about a little incident that happened a few months back. I’d awakened to the kind of quiet that only alerts a mother/wife – that quiet that shouldn’t be quiet at all – the absence of the person you love snoring in your ear.
The clock read 3:30am and sure enough, spouse’s side of the bed was empty. I got up and followed the light down the hall to his office and poked my head in the room. There was my grey-haired hero, sound asleep in his chair in front of a computer streaming porn images. I stifled a laugh and gently shook his shoulder. “Honey”, I whispered, “you know you’re getting old when you can’t stay awake watching naked ladies, huh?”
He stirred in his chair, looked up at me and smiled, took off his glasses, wiped his eyes and said “Oh it wasn’t really porn. It was Palin.”