Yesterday, I nicknamed Dreamer “the Gopher” because of the way she was constantly popping up on our train ride to check out the Mediterranean. It was a very scenic train ride back from Barcelona to Castellón, but out of the corner of my eye – as I was trying to get work done on my laptop – this was quite annoying. Dreamer had picked us seats on the dark side of the train… and I do mean “dark.” Some graffito had completely obscured all the windows on our side of the train and the view was all on the other side, anyway.
So I suggested she go sit on the side of the train facing the Mediterranean Sea. And thank goodness she finally obliged.
Don’t worry, I later went to join her. I wasn’t trying to be rude, but a man has his limits. And finally, a chance to work in peace! When I reminded her that we had plenty of beach in the town where we lived, she called it “basic.” Enough said there.
You are learning so much! Happy wife, happy life?
Gopher schmofer! She looks like a meerkat to me!