This Week: Listen
I hear my husband come through the front door.
“Hey ya!” I hear him shout cheerfully. “How ya’ been? Did you have a good day?” I can hear the smile in his voice.
I do not respond. This is because I know he is talking to our dogs. He is far more effusive when talking to our dogs than when talking to me. I have come to expect this, and accept this. I am guessing that when he enters the house, if I were to eagerly rush up to him while wiggling my butt with unbridled enthusiasm, he would probably speak to me with a little more exuberance. We all have our limits. Butt-wiggling Read More