Horsey Teeth and the Unbrushed.......

I just wanted to give honor to those of my British heritage, their horsey teeth.......and also to my husband. (For the members of the Ricks family who may read further, I am the "emotional one".....the Marianne of the group......so, just know that it's going to get sappy. It's o.k., Ricks's. Some people even hug their family members and have a good cry afterward. So, suck it up and read further, you unfeeling hardened lot!!!! :)

You may ask what the connection is between the Britons, the aforementioned teeth, and Chad.

Actually, I just spent a great evening with my mum and sis watching (sorry......brace yourself for it) the BBC adaptation of Austen's Sense and Sensibility. I never tire of the story. I never tire of the costumes and the plot, and certainly, I never tire of the jagged smiles. I'm not sure I can articulate what it is that captivates me about Austen's work or the subsequent BBC films. I hate to be such a cliche, but I can't deny what I like. And I like a sappy period/costume drama....consequences be what they may. I thnk it's just that Jane Austen truly understood what love was and what love wasn't, what joy was, and what joy wasn't, and what humor was and wasn't. I think she could still be one of today's finest writers.

This was a good night for our little impromptu gathering because Chad is in Toronto (eh, hoser?) checking out a machine for his steel company. It's got a hefty price tag, but if it means he won't have to spend so much time building, then I think it's money well spent. You can't put a price tag on health or on time.....and with the aches and pains he's had over the last five years or so, I am all for this purchase. He has sacrificed a lot. He's very unselfish.

So, anyway, after I watched the show, I noticed that Chad left his toothbrush here. I got this little sinking feeling.....I think I was.......sad. So......I'm a little grossed out that he will be without dental hygeine equipment for a night at least, but mostly, I'm just missing him. I'm out of sync when he's not around. Anyway, I got thinking about how fortunate I have been to know Chad and even better, to love him and share life with him.

I feel like I just land on my feet sometimes and I keep wondering why I am so fortunate. I really am just kind of lucky. Not in the Vegas sense of the word.....but in life. (And, just in case my brothers read this and haven't tuned out yet for fear of serious nausea, I won our family final four bracket and I don't even really support an entire portion of news broadcasts being dedicated to sports alone. There again, I just land on my feet). So, I don't know if or when my luck will end, but I am the very grateful recipient of a blessed life. I live in fear that it could end sometime.

So, here's to my amazing husband, Chad who has the gentle integrity of Edward Ferrars, the playful charm of Willoughby, and the constancy and endurance of Col. Brandon. (Go hurl now, Jake and Jeff..........). I love you Chad. You're a man's man, a lady's man (that's singular), and a man about town:) I don't know what I did to convince you it was a good idea to stick with this scatterbrained yocal from American Fark, but you did and you do......and I love you for it:)

P.S.......The Willoughby pictured above is seriously grossing me out. He'd definitely be one to steer clear of, I think. Perhaps a bit prowlish.....like the 20 year-old who lurks in the Jr. High parking lot. He is not the boyishly charming Willoughby that I refer to in my post.