Friday, May 16, 2008

Friday Night Stuff

Hubby: "Don't text me! I'm 38, not 18."

Me: "Are you sure you're not 68, you old fogey? Next thing I know, you'll be telling me that all that 'newfangled technology' is the work of the devil."

Hubby: "Well. It is."

(So you can perhaps see why I'm convinced he's really a crotchety elderly man in disguise. I always remind him that if I hadn't married him and saved him from himself, he'd be the lonely old man with 100 cats yelling at the neighbor kids to get off his lawn. Except, he retorts, he HATES cats.)

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Incident #1: I arrived home from work tonight and Hubby had the boyz all ready to go out to dinner at Friendly's. I asked him if Baby was wearing underwear (potty-training! going well! don't wanna jinx it by discussing!) and he said yes. So I got ready to dash back into the house for a spare pair of underwear and pants in case there was an accident. Hubby informed me he had already packed them.

Incident #2: While in the car, Middle made a comment about preschool today and how he didn't get to decorate his shirt for Family Fun Day. Crap! I had forgotten to pack the plain white tee shirt he needed! As I was exclaiming this, Hubby rolled his eyes at me and remarked, "I packed it for him. They just didn't have time to decorate them today."

Incident #3: Driving back from dinner, I asked Hubby what was in the washing machine. He told me that it was Eldest's bedding (we've been washing his sheets constantly, it seems, due to the amount of puking my poor buddy has spewed over the past 3 days--but he's better now! don't wanna jinx it by discussing!) so I asked Hubby if he had re-made Eldest's bed with the other sheets.

That must have been the last straw:

Hubby: "I'm not just a pretty face, you know! Do you think I'm simply your Trophy Husband? That I just sit home and look pretty?"

I admit, he's quite the guy. Everything I could ask for and more. Seriously. Now if only he'd answer my text messages...

10 comments:

Manager Mom said...

On the other hand, my husband and I have so fully embraced texting and technology that we dont, *ahem* do that thing where you use your mouths anymore, barely. I think it's called "talking".

So watch what you wish for!!!

Manic Mommy said...

Oh. my. God.

I'm amazed you discussed the hub's attributes for fear of jinxing it!

Mine let me sleep in today, so I'm not complaining. But, jeez.

In (Not So) Perfect Balance said...

Honestly, I do think you saved him from the inevitable cats he would have grown to like, despite his doubts.

Speechless about the sheets, clothes and shirt. 3 incidents of complete competancy, so close together in time. Hmmm, he is just making the sleepless, working mom population look bad. Tell him to slow down boy!

:o) MB

iheartchocolate said...

lucKY gal...

I like texting, unless it's during an argument, because sometimes you don't check it because you are mad and then when you use your phone a few days later, you're like, "ahh, a new message?...but it's something nasty from that argument and then you remember you were mad. Not that that has ever happened or anything.

Melissa said...

I bought mine an iphone so he would text with me but he still won't answer my texts. How I married Mr. Anti-technology I'll never figure out.

Anti-technology unless it's a 52 inches in diameter and involves the words high definition that is.

Karly said...

I need to find me a husband like that. Mine wouldn't even bother putting the sheets in the wash. LOL.

Janet said...

He's handy dandy.

My husband wouldn't answer text messages either. Luckily, I don't text! I could never get the acronyms right.

MadMad said...

Oh, I don't even know how to text. Maybe I should just get me some cats.

Amy said...

I love this post!! It's so adorable and I tried to comment over the weekend but the attempt crashed my computer.

Balcony Gal said...

So sweet! We don't text either but it's because we're afraid if we start, we won't stop. Your husband sounds great! Mine is pretty similar and he just offered that I *ahem* go to Hawaii by myself *ahem, ahem* when my bro has his first baby. OMG, a week alone? YES. Then I realized NO. Because he'd do everything and do it right while I was gone and just make me look bad. As great as these hubbies are, perhaps they should be stopped?!!?

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