I have a hard time believing that my husband, Garth (not his real name) and I have been together for 24 years:  we met on a blind date in July of...[reaches for calculator]...1989 and were engaged by November.

Because any man who hands his date a handkerchief...in the middle of blowing snot during one of the most saddest movie endings in history...and then takes that same handkerchief back from her...all snotted up and everything...is worth hanging onto, verdad?

Long story, short (you're welcome!):  what makes our relationship work (most of the time) is that Garth (NHRN) is very good at dealing with an emergency.  

My husband has this awesome ability of assessing almost any situation in a very calm and rational Jedi-type manner, while my approach is much more apocalyptic in nature.

Which makes me LOTS OF FUN at the end of the world-type disaster movies -- World War Z, Walking Dead, I live there, every single day!

Because, raising teens and a 12-year old who knows MORE stuff than I do, jumping to the worst possible conclusions is about the only exercise I get, these days.

On the other hand, I am an expert at not sweating small stuff:  because I've already imagined the worst that can happen.

For example:  hypothetically speaking, say one of our girls were to be asked out on a date, for the first time...like in, EVER!!!...my husband and I would both handle it very, very differently.

Garth (NHRN):  if I am not home from work, make sure he comes in to meet your mother.

End of story.

Me?  Totally different scenario:  okay, so I'm going to visit with your aunt and you're going for sushi and the sushi place happens to be a couple of blocks from your aunt's house, so if you find yourself feeling uncomfortable or the date goes all weird on you, text me and I will call you back with some sort of emergency that requires you to come home right away and...WHAT?!?...why are you looking at me all funny like that?!?

This is NOT your child and you know we're talking totally hypothetical, right?!?

[one beat, two beats]

Fiiiiiiiiiiiine, at least I don't have to worry about what we're having for dinner tonight, the other 3 kids LOVE sushi.

[sound of crickets, chirping]

Aaaaaaand, thank goodness we live right on the water, don't even get me started on the subject of seafood sustainability in landlocked states (you're welcome)!

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