My husband is in Hawaii - where the hula girls live. That is what A2 will say. It is my own fault. As his trip was approaching, I told the kids that Dad was going to visit the hula girls in Hawaii. He kept saying, "my hula girls live right here with me." Then he would tell me that I was going to be sorry I was saying that.
I changed my story and started saying Dad is going to Hawaii - where the hula girls live.
Needless to say, my girls have been very interested in hula girls. They each have a grass skirt, and did a dance for their dad before he left. Funny thing is, he won't be seeing any hula girls while he is there. He is working 60 hour weeks, missing us, and doing a bit of exploring at the beach night.
I am excited for him. This job has been talked about for about a year. He was excited at first, but as time wore on, he figured it was not going to happen. He had never been there, and now he is getting paid to be there. I tried to go out and spend some time with him, but it did not work out this time. Hopefully, it will next time. I will take him to see the hula girls.
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
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