JA, MEIN FÜHRER!

She marched around the foyer, baton in hand. Actually, it was a piece of molding. As I stood at attention, she pointed with her baton to each section of the area, floor and walls, and questioned. If she was not satisfied with my answers, she questioned some more.

TLW (The Little Woman): “Did you measure here?”
Me: “Yes.”
TLW: “And here?”
Me: “Yes.”
TLW: “And, what about here?”
Me: “Yes.”
TLW: “Did you measure for the chair railing? Also?”
Me: “Yes.”

Tapping the palm of her hand with the baton, she drew her heels together and ordered me into the car. We were on our way to Lowe’s to make a few purchases.

TLW: “Now remember, I’ll do all the talking, you just push the wagon.”
Me: “Yes. You always do all the talking.”
TLW: “WHAT?”
Me: “Er… nothing.”

Arriving at the store, we marched in to the store to the tune of ‘It’s Spring Time for Hitler and Germany’. We arrive at the paint section and TLW orders a halt. Falling out, we exam all the rollers, and paint paraphernalia, and make decisions. Falling in, we continue our march up and down the ails to the molding section. Selecting molding is like checking out an old cue stick in a billiards parlor. You look for warping, or other defects, until you find one that is flawless. I made all the selections and…

TLW: “Ah, sehr gut, Mann!”
Me: “Vielen Dank, dass Sie, mein Führer!”

Together we walked out of the store, me and the purchases, and Mein Führer!

Getting back to the good old USofA, we relaxed.

TLW: “Now when you get a chance, when you get a chance, you could maybe start on the doors first, when you get a chance?”
Me: “Sure.”
TLW: (Sweetly, eyes blinking) “Think you could get a chance this week?”


Good news: MMB (My Man Bill) may be OK, just a pre-cautionary test on Monday, and maybe we can relax!

Please remember my brother-in-law, John and all those that need our prayers.