The myriad of reasons would exceed the allotted blogger memory space, but I can narrow it down to a few. Papi works relentlessly to build a better future for all of us. Juggling work, school, Church calling, Daddy duties, and ahem, "husbandly" interactions. The man is a machine. Do you think he maintains a sour disposition about his less than easy life? Never. Through it all, he keeps a smile on his face.
Yesterday, he dropped his cell phone into the pool.......again. Just six weeks ago, we had to shell out for a replacement phone when he dropped his into our neighborhood pool. This time the YMCA pool claimed Papi's sole means of communicating with us, his precious family. To say that I felt irritated is a mild understatement. I mean, we have Christmas coming up, my electrolysis savings fund, new monkey socks for the ongoing competition with Radioactive Jam, our Pancho's Mexican Buffet budget. You know, important stuff. The last thing we need is another cell phone expense.
I got all riled up, and ready to let loose a torrent of anger towards Papi, when he looked over at me, broadly smiled, and started shaking his booty, and sashaying all around the living room, singing in his sexy Spanish accent, "Ooops I did it again, I dropped my cell phone, my wife is so pissed. Oh baby, baby."
Sadly, Britney Spears own marriage didn't work out, but her crappy music continues to bring harmonious joy into marital relationships the world over. Oh, the many times I've yelled out, "Hit Me Baby One More Time!" Perhaps, that's a story for another day.