Marcia set down her book as her apparently over stimulated husband came running into the house.
“Sweetie! I’ve got it! Our next adventure. We’re going to open an Aztec themed mini-golf course called Golf of Mexico! Get it! The business plan really writes itself from there!” Ted said. He was breathless and held his hands on his hips in an attempt to calm his hurting back.
Marcia looked him up and down. Socks and sandals covered his feet. A wide brimmed, bright orange, water proof hat sat atop his head. His paisley patterned ‘work shirt’ was inexplicably covered in grass clippings. How clipped grass flew from the mower blade to Ted’s shoulders, Marcia would never understand, but it was now a common Saturday morning sight.
She smiled a wry smile and locked eyes with the person she opted to spend eternity with. “So should I tell your dad you’ve taken his personality and he will spend the rest of his days in the Body Snatchers pod or will you?” She asked, laughing.
“I’ll do it. He’d do the same,” Ted said, pulling out cell phone.
“I’ll go make you an Arnold Palmer for the cellular phone call there, champ,” Marcia said, jokingly slapping Ted’s shoulder on her way to get drinks.
“That actually sounds delicious. Thank you,” Ted said.
“Of course it does, dear. Of course it does,” Marcia laughed.