There are three little words that when spoken by my darling husband strike fear into the very core of my being.
"I've been thinking..."
I can only reply in one simple way.
So, he has come up with some variations on the theme like...
"I have an idea."
The other day he hit me with a "So, I've been thinking and I have an idea."
That deserves more than an "uh, oh". That deserves an "Oh, shit!"
And what was his idea?
*shaking my head*
You know, I love that man. I love that even though in the twenty years that he's known me, I have never been successful at anything even remotely career related, he still thinks that I can do anything.
Sure, I've managed to keep two kids alive and plump (and not disturbingly messed up) for a number of years. And even I'll admit that I was a very good student once upon a time. But when it comes to jobs or work, I suck.
But he still believes that I can do anything. Anything! Really. Like...anything.
His brilliant idea is that I should start my own business. He thinks I should start a marketing firm. He even did a bunch of research to get me started.
Never mind that my fifteen year old degree in marketing is next to worthless now. I mean, think about it. The Internet hadn't even really gotten off the ground back then. But I don't even want to run a marketing firm.
Generating clients and pitching marketing plans is the very last thing in the world I want to do right now. That would involve actually talking to strangers.
That husband of mine has had a lot of "uh, oh" ideas over the years. He's thought of everything from planting a garden to having a baby. But his ideas--the things that he thinks I can do, and the things that he thinks we can do together--they're one of the reasons why I love him.