I wish I could be inspired this morning and give you something to ponder over the next seven days, but I’ve had the flu for a week and running my push one button have a latte coffee machine is taxing my bandwidth right now. So I thought I would share something I found amusing. My husband took the little hero to the Mariner’s Fan Fest on Sunday. Little hero LOVES baseball, DH DETESTS it, so it is a real sign of a father’s love that he would spend the day at Safeco Field with two 9 year olds as they feast on baseball hopes and dreams. But the point of this story isn’t that my husband is a real softy when it comes to his sons, or that he cooked all week while I was sick but that he just doesn’t listen sometimes. Take yesterday morning. He’s getting ready to leave and I shout at him from the shower to get the tickets for the Fan Fest. So I tell him, “they are on the calendar.” He comes back two minutes later and huffs and puffs that they aren’t on the counter, so where are they? On the calendar, like I told you. Sigh. They don’t listen. So here are two funnies I thought I would share on just that theme:
A husband read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day…30,000 to a man’s 15,000. The wife replied, “The reason has to be because we have to repeat everything to men… The husband then turned to his wife and asked, “What?”
Continuing this, I have to share that my husband, when he buy me flowers, always chooses some god-awful Safeway bargain mum collection, with these gaudy yellow pompom mums. Not especially my favorite. Okay, quite frankly I think they are just horrid. If they would just stick their nose into that dammed mum and sniff they would realize they are bringing home something closely related to Skunk Cabbage. When I see men leaving the grocery stores with those, I cringe, because to me they scream “I know I have to get her flowers and this is quick, cheap, and will get me off the hook, maybe even get me some.” So when I saw this recently, I nearly died laughing.
While attending a Marriage Seminar dealing with communication, Tom and his wife Grace listened to the instructor say, “It is essential that husbands and wives know each other’s likes and dislikes.” He addressed Tom and asked, “Can you name your wife’s favorite flower?” Tom leaned over, touched his wife’s arm gently and whispered, “It’s Pillsbury, isn’t it?
Yeah, I suppose I could be getting a 5 lb sack of flour. Of course, if he reads this blog entry, I know I will be.