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For some reason I could not log into the site last night which was just as well as nothing too exciting happened yesterday other then being very busy at work last night with no real war stories to make it entertaining.

However today would be memorable for a couple of things.

First off Ruth had a donut spare put on her SUV the other day to await Thursday payday in order to get a new tire (ended up being a used one). I had offered up the truck again to her to go get her money THEN drive to the tire place in her car. The Long Suffering One (who is beginning to question WHY she should suffer) has a better idea--pick up her pay, then shop for the tire making sure it's available THEN bring the SUV to it. I congratulate myself on having such a wise lady blissfully unaware we would be at other's throats in about five minutes--and in another two hours laughing away at a dream. We mood swing in our marriage like pros at a golf tournament.

Ruth gets her pay and tries our first place for tire service but they are surprisingly pricey. Well it has been 10 years since I last used him. My still missed departed friend Steve swore by them. Down the street she finds a more reasonable price on a used tire and Ruth comes home to switch off vehicles. The drama is minutes from starting.

I am fighting Morpheus for beauty sleep and losing as usual as Ruth leaves the house and gets in the car and I then hear that dreaded sound.

Click, whrr, click, whrr. Being somewhat of a smug snob who thinks he knows how the world works and certainly knows how often the beloved spouse DOESN'T listen to me I KNOW what has occurred. I had advised her the other day with the onset of winter to start the car EVERY day. Pretty sure you know what didn't happen Wednesday.

She returns to the house to state the obvious.
I state my version of the obvious in the form of a grumpy somewhat nasty I told you so why don't you listen why am I here and on and on and on--the Drama Queen is polishing the shelf space for the next Oscar.

She departs, tries to start the car again and then calls my gainful place of employment. The calltaker Christy fails to recognize her and I never push that knowing dispatch will take care of me. I'm pretty sure the car will jump start. My wife even asks if we are eligible for a free battery which I assure her it is true but why does SHE get all the toys first. I am a petulant little tyrant who really needs to slapped silly or brought English muffins for breakfast to make one civilized. I am NOT a nice person until I wake up and put my mask of civility on. I always thought I would be a terrifc Pharisee in heart if not in head knowledge.

I'm comfortably under covers thinking about leting Happy the cat under them with me as is his habit when MY cell phone rings. Shouldn't they be calling Ruth's phone? Since I have to live with them I answer it. It's Brandy who knows ALL the secrets except Logos' phone number or if she does won't tell me. Of all the vehicles we provide battery service for we do NOT carry a battery for Ruth's Ford Escape. I tell Brandy to tell Ruth because I'm going back to bed. Petulant--remember?

AJ's Towing arrives and the jump start goes very well as expected. The driver succeeds in instilling a fear that a new battery might be a good investment. Seed is planted. She departs to finish the tire repair and I roll over grouchier now ready to settle for ugly duckling sleep that I am more accustomed to.

Then the weirdness starts.

I dream we are still arguing about the car when I hear our front door open and a tall very thin delivery man is in the doorway holding unto a big wall screen TV and our old virus infected computer.

"Boy this was hard to clean out but here you are."

He brings the TV screen in and puts it on our bed where I struggle to hold it upright while he sets the computer down and politely asks Ruth for $140.

"What"--which I assure you sounded more like a squawk then righteous outrage.

Ruth said "I went ahead to get our computer fixed and they threw in a TV wall screen for free."

"Why didn't you ask me?!! We just got a new computer tower??!!"

"I was going to pay them."

"With what--you're broke--I don't get paid until Friday thanks to this stupid merger."

She gets mad--the delivery fellow is thinking about what kind of jerk I am and if he's willing to wait until Friday for his just and honest bill.

I stomp off the bed--the screen vanishes and so does the repair guy--in my dream remember. Then the wife says the words that bring me up short.

"Well did you know I'm also pregnant again."

What--intense squawking now--tempered with trying to remember the last time marriage benefits got posted.

"Wait how can you be pregnant? You told me you hit menopause YEARS ago??!!" God's sense of humor and my life never quite going as expected much on the brain cells.

Plus THREE kids at our age--somehow I lost one considering I have two sons and a daughter--selective life memories indeed.

Then I wake up. And my first thought is wait I have THREE kids already--she can't be pregnant.
I also start to think maybe I sleep too much.

Ruth comes home--mission accomplished plus a new used battery installed that works better then the other one and we have a good laugh over the dream.

NOTE: THAT WASN'T THE WEIRDNESS!!!!

This is: Some important mail gets delivered for Daniel which he needs sent overnight delivery which Ruth takes care of for me. I call him from work to advse his correspondence is in the hands of the U.S government now.

Then he says ONE sentence that changes much and opens recent wounds.

"Heather is pregnant."

His ex-wife. I don't hear him clearly and think Ruth posted to Facebook about the dream already and he was having a chuckle--when he repeats it.

The only thing I can by the grace of God say with all honesty is that I asked him immediately with full expecations of a good answer.

"Son is it yours?" Didn't even think it would be anyone else. Was never good at math or logic. The divorce was last July and he hadn't been to Hawaii lately.

"No."

Another fellow in Hawaii and she will not be deployng --she was supposed to go overseas for a year as well though she and Dan would have been in different locations.

I am disappointed and a bit sad. Ever since her mother told me at the wedding about Heather not being the same since being in Iraq I have wondered but I never really knew her enough to talk about it. I can say thatI liked her but was not given the opportunity to love her.

Ironically she did not WANT chidren and Dan did.

They talked abiut a half hour but I did not ask for details. I assured him whatever he does with her in future would always have my support. I trust his judgement that much. But he will be very busy overseas and I suspect he is moving on.

Two pregnancies--one real one not--a part of me wishes it had been the reverse.