I was okay with that, getting older I don't actually want to be reminded my youth is flying by and I can't recapture my slim waist or pliable skin. So, he became my manservant for the day.
This isn't like your ordinary list-of-things-to-do day of activity. Whatever I asked to have done, I didn't get the moan and groan. I loved it!
We went to an antique mall, purchased items to decorate for Christmas. After he hauled seven boxes of Christmas totes from the attic we went to work on decking the halls.
The day flew by. That evening we went to a posh restaurant, the perfect end to a what I anticipated would be a blah day.
I want a manservant every year...maybe a new tradition?