6/29/05---Green Eyed Monster makes an appearence

So over the weekend, the wife asks me to participate in a "honey dew" project.
You know what that is, don't you?  Ya know...."honey, do this for me....honey, do that for me".  Honey dew.  Anyway, the particular project in question was to reorganize our spare bedroom, and especially the closet, which had become sort of a universal dumping ground for things that we didn't have a specific spot for.
Anyway, we're in there, throwing away just tons of stuff we didn't need---One of the true character traits I acquired from my father?  Packrat.  Anyway, we're making all this space in the closet and then I find out what the REAL reason is that we're doing all this work.  Kim wants to do away with my bookcase that holds all my videos.
She casually begins to mention that the closet would be a TERRIFIC spot for the bookcase and all those videos.  Women!  They've always got the alterior motive, ya know?  Anyway, so we're unloading stuff off of the bookcase and a whole pile of what can best be described as....um.....stuff (no not drugs stupid) falls onto the bed.
Primary of which were a number of photos.  (cough, cough) 
Now, allow me to backtrack for a second here.  When I moved in with Kim, lo about 5 years ago (Five years!!), I told her that when I got married to the lovely former Mrs Me #2, she had me throw out all the former photos of the lovely former Mrs Me #1.  I did so, and now have about a 5 year gap of my life that I have zero photos of.  So I told Kim, look....I have about three photos of #2, and I'd like to keep them--not because I have any romantic feelings regarding my former, but just because--ya know---they're my memories, ya know?  And she was totally cool with it, maybe because there are still photos of her former husband--the kids father--around the house, and I'm okay with that...and think the kids SHOULD have photos of their father to remember him by.  Okay....are you with me?  Now...back to the other day.....
So the photos fall out onto the bed, and Kim starts looking through them.  There are a couple of photos of #2 on top...one with her and my beloved--gone but not forgotten--Misty, and I think maybe one more.  And Kim says:
"Oh, here's some photos of (the former Mrs Me #2)...."
No problem.  She's cool with it.
And she keeps on looking.......(oh boy).
"Who's this?"
"Oh.....ah......that's Kimberly and her two daughters."  (aka FORMER GIRLFRIEND---YIKES!)
The eyebrow raises just a smig...but I saw it.
"And who's this?"
"Oh...that's Kynda."  (online buddy--non-romantic)
"Why is she standing that way?" (Kynda has her hand on her butt)
"How should I know?  I think she's just posing."
Eyebrow...ever so slightly...raising just a bit.

Then, she finds another photo of Kimberly....more specifically....me and Kimberly.
Again, let me digress here.  I don't know about you folks, but I take HORRIBLE photos.  I figure, if you're one of those people like me....you go through you're whole life....you're maybe....MAYBE going to be happy with 5 photos.  The one she's looking at....was from Kimberly & I on a cruise.....I was post-divorce from #2....I was looking pretty slim....the hair didn't have any gray....I thought I looked about as good as I'm ever going to look in a photo.  But all Kim saw....ya know....was Kimberly.  Oh boy.

"Well, I don't have a problem with you keeping the photos of (former Mrs. Me #2), but I wouldn't care at all if you got rid of the other photos."

It always intrigued me that my wife....and I love her....a woman who is totally NOT jealous about anything (and I have given her no cause to be--just for the record), feels not one bit of jealously about either of my ex-wives.....but the former girlfriend who lives 200 miles away....and the green eyed monster shows up.

(sigh)
Women.

Later,
Jeff