Mrs. V.P.

Hi,
yes, it has been a while since my last post. My apologies. Life sometimes gets in the way, not to mention a hurricane and assorted other mishaps. We survived the storm, but the washing machine and the dishwasher didn't, so that, and a whole lot of clean up, has kept me off the computer.

The good news is my darling husband has finally made "Vice-President" status. A well deserved honor. He will still be the geek we all know and love, just one with a hefty title. It doesn't officially take place until January 1, 2013 but he has it in writing so it's as good as gold right now. V.P. of Pentair Valves and Controls division..... king of the castle with the butterfly and gate valve community, among others. Don't ask for the technical jargon, we will be here all day. He's a happy clam and I get to say I am sleeping my way to the top.

I wonder if this is how Jill Biden feels? Being with a VP is new for me. Maybe Jill can offer me pointers on what to feed a VP? Do they need extra starch in their shirt collars? How often do you take them out for a walk? Is special attire required? Must be, Marshall went shopping for new shirts and some pants this afternoon. Next thing I know he'll be asking for sparkling water instead of the regular tap stuff I make him drink all the time. Oh, things could get down right complicated. I don't know if I'm ready to be a "Mrs. V.P." yet.

I am sure things will settle down once the novelty wears off of being a vice-president. Marshall's humble side will shine through and the confetti will all be swept up. I bet he'll be demanding that I start addressing him as "Mr. Vice-President" right up until I have him take the garbage out on Monday night. I have always found garbage removal to be humbling. I bet he will too. Until then I am happy to let him revel in his new title and try it on for size. Just call me "Mrs. V.P." please, at least until garbage night.

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