A Day in the Good Life

My brother wrote on his blog that I have married TLOML and am now living the good lie... I mean life. I want to tell you a story about a rather comical situation that happened yesterday. It happened a little bit like this.
I have been quite upset with my spouse for a month now. While under stress from working 18 hour days during the blizzards at Christmas time he started smoking cancer sticks again! I did not take this well. Our quitting smoking a year ago was one thing that I could look on as a solid accomplishment. We were taking care of our bodies, we were responsible.
After a few histrionics, (You know, me throwing cigarettes into the snow, accusing him of not loving himself, or me ) He settled into a routine. He was even so bold, after a while, as to smoke in front of me. ( He really has a death wish, apparently.) Anywho, he set himself a smoking lounge in our sun room. Our sun room is the size of the closet, and it is where we house all the things we can't squeeze in anywhere else. A vacuum cleaner, cat food, cat litter, and a plethora of little used workout equipment resides there) So TLOML pulls in a patio chair, under the open window pane, and sits and smokes MENTHOL cigarettes while staring at the mini trampoline, and my mini stairmaster. This was obviously not doing it for him, so he gathers books, so now it is his smoking- reading room. After he figures out Wall Street he is going to start on his Lenten Readings.( Wonder what St. Ignatious would think about that!?)
Well, he was asmoking, and areading, and I slid the sliding glass door open to take a pic of Mt. Hood. ( His reading/smoking room has a great view of the mountain.) As I was leaving I slid the glass door close, and on a whim, I locked it. We never lock it. I just was being... I don't know...playful? Anyway, I immediately felt remorse. I had a bad feeling. I went to unlock it, and could not budge the lock! Uh Oh! He just sighed, and sat back down,and lit up.
I ran down to the car to get some WD40, it was three flights so you can see how much I love him and how remorseful I felt. I came back up and started spraying and wiping and trying to open that door. I was beginning to get scared. How would we get him out? Everyone knows I have no upperbody strength and here I was a tugging and pulling. I got out a flash light, and I saw that I had turned the night latch, which is apparently magic, or something. Anyway, with a brave effort I made a 180 degree turn, and it opened. With a disgusted look, TLOML just sat back down and continued to read. He had been a prisoner for 30 minutes already but, apparently, he wasn't eager for release. It was as if he was irritated with me. But, later at bedtime he brought me a glass of ice water for my bedside table which is his nightly ritual, and one that tells me this is the good life.