February 17th, 2006

Ode to the DH

After working as an engineer in various factories his entire adult life, the DH has gotten a job as a manufacturing sales representative. He will work from home and travel a lot, covering the Southeast territory. Every day he will spend long hours at two of the things he loves most, driving and talking to strangers. Over the last several weeks, there has been lots of fist-punching, booty-dancing, and following me around the house, saying, "Jennifer. This is the first day of the rest of my life."

Tonight will be his last night at his old job. This morning there has been a lot of wandering into my office while I am trying to work.

"Jennifer. I never have to work at night again. I never have to work on Saturday again. I never have to work on Sunday again. I never have to work at night on Saturday and Sunday. I never have to stop on Wednesday, and think, oh good! I've already gotten in my 40 hours for the week! and then continue to work until Sunday."

*DH wanders out of office*

*DH wanders back into office*

"Jennifer. No one will ever say to me again, We know you just worked a 12-hour night shift, but we have an 8 a.m. meeting. Can you stay over?"

*DH wanders out of office*

*DH wanders back into office*

"Jennifer. You know what it's like? It's like selling a novel!"

*DH does booty-dance*

Congratulations, DH! I love you!
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