@Joeblow,
“Catherine,” he said, kneeling before me, “Here’s a bunny. I know you think this is an extremely generous present and that we can’t afford it, but you are worth it. WE are worth it. I’m doing it for the Family.”
“Giddy up, Grigory,” I said. “Giddy up.”
And it really was as simple as that.
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Now, you might not want to kneel as he did, and that’s ok. Each situation is different and we all have our own style. For you it might be better to grovel rather low to the ground with eyes averted and, bunny in hand, timorously and silently extend your arm. Sniveling
might work. I frequently enjoyed that when I was in the throes of mania.
Mind she’s had a good feed first though. It’s a pathetic refrain I hear so often. How selfish husbands expect their wives to do anything on an empty stomach is beyond reason! I mean, think about it man! Gawd. Use your head.
Anyhoo, now my occasional relapses are managed with daytime television, a box of chocolates and a vacation once a year. We keep the horse outfit because it was one of the few good things to come out of my illness. Well that, and my rompers with Geraldo (Love that man!). I forgot to mention that he let me keep him. So that, and the bunny, saved our marriage.
Do it.
For the family.
