So much happening around here, that I've got days of blog posts to post. But today, the story is all about the other woman. It happened last Sunday, while the Christmas concert was goin' on. Rob had moved up a few rows to get a better vantage shot so he could take some photos, and then it happened.
The other woman moved in, on my man.
She came all dolled up in blue taffeta, complete with pearls. Her hair was up, she had a great smile, and her skin, oh her skin. Baby soft and oh so smooth. (That reminds me, I have to get some face exfoliant. Anyway...) She zoomed in on to Rob, placed her hand on his thigh, and looked deep into his eyes.
And smiled.
I could not believe it. He was falling for her, hook, line and sinker! There, he was giving her a smile. And talking to her! Right in the middle of the Sunday School choir concert! The nerve! Doesn't he know he's supposed to be raptly listening to how the angels harkened instead of paying attention to a woman that's not me?! And what's that? She's tilting her head and giving him a cute little impish smile? And what now? She's looking back at me coyly as to say,"Yes, now I've got him under my spell????"
And the clincher? The little cutie got onto his lap and started blabbering something to him while offering him her fake play-dress up pearl necklace, which of course he obligingly allowed her to place around his neck. If I tried that stunt, I'd be shot down, I'd bet anything on it.
Sigh.
Rob is a sucker for little kids who want to play or just want attention. All the kids in the church seem to zone in on him and he is great with them. But just to have it blatantly flashed in front of me is, well....
...cute and heartwarming. And such a reminder that I need new face cream.