Put Some Spice Into Your Marriage

Beloved, My good friend Webster's New World DICTIONARY
of the American Language helps me out almost every day. This book has almost spoiled me when it comes to spelling and definitions.

I didn't want to believe it, but it has happened to me. Sometimes when I write out a word, I'll look at it and the spelling doesn't look quite correct. So out comes the dictionary. This is funny, because the word isn't always spelled the way I think it should be so when I'm hunting for it in the Dictionary it becomes a game of seek and seek.

Since typing on the computer, I'll check my spelling on the internet and ease my mind.

Webster helped me to define spice:
spice 3. that which adds zest, piquancy, or interest.

Okayyyyyyy. Here we go. Put some spice into your marriage. My husband is my best friend and sometimes we go shopping together to the grocery store. To put actual spice into our marriage doesn't mean a trip to the store to buy spices. This could be interesting to see the two of us shopping with zest, but this isn't what I'm meaning.

When we were younger and seldom got out of the house together on a date to keep the home fires burning, I had to come up with something special for one of our Wedding Anniversaries. I wanted to add some spice to our celebration. We had a baby sitter for our children as we went out for the evening. A nice movie then onto a pleasant meal at a restaurant where we'd be waited on hand and foot. Dancing to end the evening before returning home.

I'm a natural blonde, so I thought I'd rent a black wig, don a pair of dark sunglasses and slip into a different dress. I'd excuss myself from the dinner table, go to the ladies room and change into a different dress. I had all this stuff in my handbag. Come back to the table and surprise my hubby of I don't recall how many years at that time and sit down at his table and say nothing.

When I went to get into my giddy up, I felt like a criminal dressing in the stall. I was shaking so badly I could hardly put the wig on. Slipping on the different dress was fun as I was thinking what are the other Ladies in the restroom gonna think when I walk out of this stall wearing dark sunglasses in a already dark room, dark headed and completely wearing different threads? I'm not sure the darker shade of lipstick I put on was straight or not.

As I approached the table where my husband was waiting, I quietly sat down beside him. There were some odd looks that came our way. That wasn't the idea. My husband was very surprised as I sat there. I had a nice meal, nice conversation with my husband, danced the night away and added some spice for the occasion.

On the way home, I returned to 'ole blonde me as to not scare the baby sitter away and didn't even think about returning home in a different outfit. Oh well...
Had a great evening out playing Cinderella.

Please don't think me totally nuts. This was all in good fun. Compared to the Song of Solomon, my surprise for my husband was very mild and needed a whole lot more spice than what I had delivered. Wouldn't you say?

Blessings to you from the Flinthills and MAY THE SPICE BE WITH YOU!
Deanna