“I’m probably going to the store tomorrow,” I tell my husband. “I didn’t get around to it today.”
“Oh…well, I already had my speech planned.”
“Speech?” I have no idea what he’s talking about.
“Yeah. You know. It’s Thanksgiving. There are probably a lot of cops out. For a good reason! Lots of drunks out on the road.” This appears to be the Holiday addendum to his Dixie’s-getting-ready-to-leave-the-house spiel.
We started with the family motto: “No police involvement.” This is from a joke a friend made–that with teenagers, any day is a good day with no police involvement. I found it amusing, and starting telling our teenagers that as they left the house. House rule! No cops. It started to feel right to say it. Not that it portends poorly if it’s missed. But just if you remember, it feels right. Like an additional blessing, a protection. My double Virgo husband has extended this blessing to cover accidents, crazy people, tow trucks, emergency vehicles, and all manner of potential ills he comes up with on the spot to prohibit.
“You mean you planned it out? You plan things to worry about in advance?” I laughed, previously thinking all the speeches were extemporaneous. I should have known better. His mind never stops.
So, while I’m planning my shopping list, he’s planning the things to warn me about before I go shopping. And this, my friends, is life with a double Virgo. He keeps his bases covered, just in case. I’m thankful to have him in my life.
Happy Thanksgiving. :plate:
You know any Very-Virgos?