The Welcome Wagon

The Welcome Wagon is alive and well, I have decided after a conversation with Eric today.

Molly and I had lunch with him, and at one point, he said that he had slept so soundly last night -- more soundly than he has been able to for a while (because of being sick).

I told him that I knew he must really be sleeping because I was able to get into bed and asleep without him reaching over to touch me. Despite efforts on my part to get into bed as quietly as possible, I apparently almost always wake him up. Although at that point I am beat, and the last thing I typically want is to sneak into bed and be detected.

I said to Eric as I drove, "It's just like you want to welcome me into our marriage bed each night in the hopes that it will, um....really be our marriage bed."

Eric said, "SEE! There you go! I am not trying to bug you, I'm just trying to be hospitable."

So...apparently all these years, I thought he was trying something, and all these years he just thought it was being a polite host.

Hmmm...yeah, that's it.