There is something I haven’t told my husband about. It’s not that I’m trying to keep a secret from him. I’m not. It’s just one of those situations where the conversation just never came up. The thing is, I wondered if he had something to tell me and he wasn’t saying anything either. I just got this feeling, every time I drove down that road, that he had the same feeling I did.
When I came to work this morning I deleted what I had written to address this topic. Not just a “brain dump” post of random thoughts but rather, to tell my readers what happened today and why it’s important.
This morning I was sitting at the dinning room table eating a poptart while my husband was sitting with my son, helping him get ready for school, Paw Patrol playing on the living room TV. Other than the moment when we talked about how shitty our toaster is we hadn’t said much. We did agree we needed a new toaster. One that didn’t burn poptarts randomly, could toast four slices of bread at once, and maybe had a bagel setting. Our American Dream: Being the proud owners of the Cadillac of toasters.
My husband turned to me, while putting lotion on our toddler’s arms and said, “There is something we need to talk about. I feel like we’ve both seen it and for one reason or another, we haven’t talked about it.”
“What?” I asked.
“The house on 4 Mile. The one with the snow pirate ship.”
I jumped out of my chair. “I have seen it! During Christmas they had lights on it and everything. It was amazing!”
“I know! Why didn’t we tell each other about it though? We could have been talking about it!”
“I don’t know. I guess I always saw it on my way into work and by the time I got to work I just didn’t think about it anymore. I’m not sure how. I mean, it’s a giant pirate ship in the middle of someone’s yard.”
“Where did they get all the snow?” He asked.
“I have no idea!”
“Neither do I!”
“Do you think they asked their neighbors or offered to clear driveways to get enough?”
“Maybe. They had to get it from some where. It’s a lot of snow. It’s a pirate ship!”
“Do you think they will do it next year or make something else big?” I asked.
“I don’t know.” He turned to me. “Maybe this was just a one time thing. You know, ‘remember that one year we made a pirate ship’ type thing.”
I hope not. I could use more pirate ships in my life.
UDPATE: Photo below. Guys…guys…it has cannons.