The “Lost” Boy


Last night, Ed was tired. So this morning, at the crack of dawn (or around 8:30 a.m.), Ed watched the season’s second episode of “Lost.”

He sat with rapt attention, listening for every nuance, soaking up every new detail. I computed, reading my blogs, checking my Web stats. At one point, I said something to Ed.

He, very politely, told me to “shush.” I don’t think he’s ever told me to “shush.”

It’s official. I’m a “Lost” widow.

And he’s my “Lost” boy. And I love him. He can “shush” me any time he wants to. 🙂

11 thoughts on “The “Lost” Boy

  1. lceel

    You’ve GOT to be kidding! I live with a woman. I KNOW women better than THAT! On February 15th, 1982, at 7:05pm, I said “Shush” to my (then young) wife. There’s a reason I remember the exact date and time I made that mistake. On the other hand, if what you say is true, I may have to nominate you for sainthood, or something.


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