NOTE: Commentary is made as a private citizen and not as Regional Coordinator for Silent No More or Leader of Rachel's Hope, unless otherwise stated.

Sunday, October 27, 2013



I got up from the sweat-soaked chair and started the clean-up. That's when I saw it. The STAIN.  A big blotch of red wine soaked through the oak. It kind of looked like the State of Florida with the bottom of the state at the edge of the desk...the edge of the desk???? I looked down and there on his plush white (I warned him) carpet … a red stain, not looking like the rest of Florida; more like a red starfish with uneven legs (are those things called legs?). I saw my life flash before me. I knew my husband would kill me, or worse yet, make me quit my fantasy league. I quietly unlocked the door, it was dark in the house, thankfully everyone was sleeping. I foraged underneath the kitchen sink to find a magical potion that would miraculously sweep Florida off the map. Brillo pads were out – so were the remnants of bar soap (why do we keep those?). The only workable item was the heavy duty carpet spray. I tip-toed back to the room of destruction and began sopping up the remains on the desk and carpet then surveyed the damage. Again I said a prayer....for a miracle. The carpet cleaner worked (thank you God...and also my husband for going first class with stain guard). Expelling that little piece of evidence gave me a lift until I looked at the desk. Florida was still there, and maybe that's where I should head before morning. I then had a thought... if Staples or Office Depot was open twenty-four hours I could buy a nice, expensive desk cover as a surprise for my husband.  Reality check - someone would hear the car starting and I'd be exposed. Maybe I could move the would be more work-friendly having it closer to the monitor, right? What if I just put his stack of papers on it and when he discovered the blemish I could blame the kids? Red wine – cherry Kool-Aid....hmm. Then it happened...another verse from Proverbs jumped into my head. “Deceit is in the heart of those who plot evil, but those who counsel peace have joy.” (Proverbs 12:20). I looked up and told God I got the message loud and clear. 

I mustered up courage and climbed that long dark stairway. I summoned all the tears I could (Proverbs didn't say anything about that), and woke the sleeping giant. He saw my tear stained cheeks, along with the drenched sweatband and jersey. That sweet man grabbed my hand and said, “Honey, what happened, is everything alright?” I just stood there, letting the tears flow and snot drip out of my nose...then I opened my mouth and blubbered out the fateful words....”irunedrdesk ”. I wanted to get it out as quickly as possible. He stood up, quietly went down that long dark stairway and into the violated space. I was at his side with my head down like a scolded child. I didn't dare look up to see the blood pulsing through the veins on his forehead....a sure sign of dire consequences. His head shook from side to side and then he turned to me. Here it comes....I braced myself and said another prayer for bravery in the face of uncertain retribution. His forehead wasn't bulging out as expected. His eyes weren't beady either. He surely must have been in shock. The silence seemed to last longer than the draft. Then he took my hand again (yep, he's throwing me out) and I heard him say in a calm, sweet voice, “I know you didn't do it on purpose, accidents happen, I'll buy a nice desk cover tomorrow.” At first I was angry because he stole my idea, but that feeling was tempered by the relief of me still being alive, in my home and able to continue my championship season.

We walked out of the office hand-in-hand, turned off the light, went up the staircase to our bedroom.  After we said our nightly prayers (mine included a massive amount of gratitude) and crawled into bed, I rolled over, laid my head on his chest, stroked his cheek and said, "Honey, we both know I've been distant lately and neglecting you.  I think it's only fair that I make it up to you".  I snuggled closer and whispered in his ear......

"I'll share my winnings, because I finally got a top-notch running back and I'm gonna kick butt!  I then rolled over and fell into a deep sleep ~ with dreams of the Superbowl.

The End


  1. Loved the post! You have a sense of humor I can definitely relate to. After 32 years of marriage, my wife just rolls her eyes and ignores me.:-)

    Since you're a huge Seattle fan, I just had to tell you I have a Super Bowl XL banner in my office. Yep I'm from Pittsburgh and a Steelers fan!

    1. Thanks!
      I think my 'Hawks will make it this year...they're looking great! My fantasy team is another thing....moving up but don't think enough to win the championship....(like I did the past two years)......


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