A honey do list

"Hi dad."

My hair was wind blown. I could still taste the salt from the water on my lips. Sand was still stuck to my leg. Classic rock from the 1970s blaring over the radio as I called my parents to check on the status of snow flurries in Minnesota.

Why wait til I'm 80 to spend my winters in Florida? Let's start now.

As a daddy's girl, my dad was of course excited to hear his little girl's voice reporting that her weekend was going along just swimmingly. And then he asked the question.

"What are you doing?"

"Sitting in the Walgreen's parking lot waiting for Seth. I wanted some gummi bears."

*Silence*

I now realized what was happening. I'd sent Seth on a honey do task. While we were on vacation of all things.

He of course completed the task like an Olympic gold medalist, coming back with not just gummi bears, but gummi worms and orange slices. But still. It was the ultimate act of coupledom. The "honey I want..." followed by my honey complying.

Without a single grumble.