Z is for zingy

I have finally reached the end of this challenge! It has been a ton of fun.

My last post for this challenge lands on a difficult day. Today is my ex-hubby's birthday. I hope that he is having some birthday cake up in heaven.

Our birthdays happen to be a week apart. June tends to be a difficult month for me. I basically got married, graduated from undergraduate studies, and moved to Winnipeg to be with him all in the same month. I moved in time to celebrate his birthday.

How do I possibly transition from what could be perceived as a sombre, bittersweet memory? Well, I have to figure out what to write about for the letter z.

Once again, I decided to look up a word in the dictionary that begins with z that I don't use often. Today, it's zingy.

Zingy tends to mean eyecatching or amazing. I will go with the former.

My guy loves my red nail polish that I currently have on. On Tuesday, we went out for lunch. He drove us to our regular Chinese restaurant and parked. It was a bit hectic in the parking lot, with one truck trying to get by a car that didn't seem to know what to do. The male driver was trying to back up, but was all over the place, blocking the truck driver from doing anything.

My guy went into protective mode. He immediately grabbed my hand and led us to the sidewalk. He's sweet that way.

We held hands as we walked over to the restaurant.

"That was a bit scary," I said, holding his hand and using my thumb to caress his smooth skin.
"I know," he replied, smiling.
"I love when we hold hands. It feels nice," I remarked.
"Me, too," he replied.
"You love holding your hand, too?" I joked.
"Yes, Cutiebootie, I love holding my hand. Who wouldn't love holding the hand of a beautiful woman with fiery red nail polish."
"What if you were on a public bus and all the women on it had red nail polish?" I asked him.
"If you were on the bus, I'd hold your hand. If you weren't, I'd get off the bus and I'd try finding you."

He's smooth. Good answer! I'm glad that he likes my zingy, red nail polish.