Everything is Relative:)

Adorable Hubby took the dog out yesterday. That might sound like a non-event to you, but input the information that AH is averse to walking (it is physically difficult for him) and that he was making an effort because I couldn't be there and poor doggie can't get down the stairs to the back garden on her own anymore, and you will see that it was a big deal that the two of them hobbled outside together for the first time in the twelve years that we have had a dog. 

Adorable Hubby doesn't usually get called AH, (or it stands for other words). He usually has me exasperated about something as our "power-struggle/marriage /business relationship" bumps along the twenty-something'st year on the road of our lives. 

Early on there were road signs that I didn't see, or didn't understand because they were written in French. They said things like "Grumpy Frenchman Ahead", "Beware of Artists" and "Danger: do not mix cultural, age and language differences". 

So, as my Dad used to say, "The damn fool didn't know it was impossible, so (s)he went and did it anyway".