I wanted a watch for Christmas. Not just any watch. It had to
be big, as in man-sized, because big watch faces are easier to read,
they look cool, and the scale is suited for a statuesque broad like
myself. It had to be indestructible, because sometimes my limbs flail
around and hit things when I'm not paying attention. And, it had to be waterproof,
because, sure as the sun sets in the west, I will forget I'm wearing a
watch and stick my left arm in a sink full of water before the warranty
runs out. So, this is what I received: A diver's watch by Mallard, purchased
by my husband (after I picked it out) from our friends at the jewelry
store underneath my office.
It's everything I wanted AND it has military time so I won't be
so confused on our next sea cruise (or, when I join the Army, which is probably as likely as another cruise.)
I haven't worn a watch in years, instead using my phone as my
timepiece. A watch is better. It's always right there on my wrist,
not buried in the black hole of my purse. Of course, I've been looking at it
constantly since I put it on this morning. Combined with post-Christmas
fatigue, this has been one of the longest work days on record. Is it five
o'clock yet?
1 comment:
Fabulous!!!! That watch is a thing of beauty, as are you, BG! Enjoy, and as my grandmother would say, wear it in the best of health!
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