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My wife…the home wrecker…
I dunno about you, but blog titles or email subject lines like this one always get me uber curious.
My wife, the homewrecker.
Cra-cra…right?
And true.
Here’s the deal…
I’ve been living in Norway for a while now…
Sans wifey.
(that means “without the wife” heh-heh)
Yeah. Sans wifey.
Oh jeez…I totally felt your heart skip a beat, so lemme add this Lil tidbit in…WE ARE TOTALLY FINE…still in love and stuff. It’s that durn C-OVID thing, and I’m here doing God’s work is all I mean.
But I digress…
So I’m here in Norway for about 7 months, and FINALLY, my wife can pop over for a visit.
Now what I want you to do next is clean your lil ole mind up and stop thinking about “conjugal visits” from the US to Norway. The fact is we haven’t seen each other for seven months, so maybe it’s a little OK to let your brain wander. Just not too much. ; )
But back to the homewrecker…
See, I’m the OCD, set in my ways type. And all that was totally flipped upside down when I was “deployed” here and found myself in not only a new country with new people but a new living space and a whole new way of…
