Here's the deal with retirement. I'm around Dave. A lot.
Truth be told, that is the one thing I was a wee bit worried about.
Yes, we've been married for um... let's see... 2017-1985=32 years.
OMG! That's almost 1/3 of a century!
But I've never been around him so many hours at at time.
The first few weeks of retirement went fine. We coexisted quite well.
That is, until 4:36 PM on Monday, November 6, 2017.
I decided to work on a jigsaw puzzle. And I turned on the Hamilton soundtrack. Because I LOVE THAT MUSIC.
Dave was upstairs on the computer.
Admittedly, I had cranked up the volume. And I was singing along.
"What is that????," my irritable, uncultured husband bellowed from upstairs.
"Hamilton," I declared. Although, honestly.... Who does not recognize that amazing music?
"That is horrendous. It hurts my ears. Turn it off, please."
Now.... you can insult my clothing. And my haircut. And certainly, my cooking. But you have crossed the line when you insult Hamilton.
We engaged in a passionate argument about the merits of Hamilton vs. his taste in music. Which is not good.
I even pulled my trump card.
"When we were dating you told me you liked plays." (I remind him of this ever few years when he complains about me dragging him to a play.)
After a few minutes I got tired of arguing so we made up. I agreed that I would use head phones when I listen to Hamilton in the house.
But I've got news for him.
I will certainly listen to Hamilton with my head phones on.
But if he thought Hamilton was bad, wait until he hears me singing along.