I’m Not Sure My Husband Knows Our Address
I suspect that my husband doesn’t know our address by heart. To his credit, we have moved 8 times in 9 years. We haven’t lived in our current apartment even a year…Still, would it not freak you out a little if you suspected your husband hadn’t memorized your address and/or phone number? (Yes, this means I also suspect he may not know our phone number.) I know, speed dial. No one knows anyone’s number. Yet, usually, they know their own number…
Why do I suspect that he doesn’t know our address? Because he carries around this piece of paper in his wallet with the address and phone number written on it. How do I know this? Please, I don’t search through my husband’s wallet. Okay, maybe once a year. Never anything suspicious in there though, and he reads my email, so we’re even. (By the way, he doesn’t even try to hide this. He’ll just say “Hey, who’s that guy who emailed you today?” And I will say “Uh, he’s my cousin, the guy who was in our wedding.” And he’ll say “Oh.” I know, it’s strange–probably dysfunctional. But I have nothing to hide, so if he finds my email entertaining, more power to him. I DO delete the mean emails about his mother. This is very healthy for our marriage.)
SO, actually, I know about the paper because sometimes he loses it and starts asking about it–of course, I’m supposed to know exactly where this 1-inch x 1-inch piece of paper is. “Where’s my paper? Did you get it?” What paper? Get it for what? No, I already know our address, why would I need your paper? Then he immediately makes another “address paper.” He copies it while referencing a piece of mail. Each of the three times this has happened, I have said, “PLEASE tell me you KNOW our address.” And he says he does but gets confused about two digits at the end of our zip code.
Yeah, SURE ya do.
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I can totally beat that. We’ve OWNED our house for eight years. We’ve had the same number for all of them. And my husband still doesn’t know it. He carries a torn off corner of a depost slip. Because, you know, writing it would be too much work.
Oh, yeah, you got me on this one. WOW.
For a minute, I felt sad that you one upp’d me. hahahahahahah
But then, I felt all happy–like, hey, other guys don’t know their addresses either! Even homeowners! That’s a huge relief, as you can probably imagine.
I think there’s some secret man code wherein knowing things like this subtract man points. It’s be like knowing what brand of tampon your wife prefers….not acceptable at all.
My husband doesn’t know ours for sure! Every time he needs to fill out a form, guess what? Wife to the rescue! In fact, I have sheets of paper to work on today – things he needs for work. :-s
I know my address, but I’ve never, in all the places I’ve ever lived, figured out where all those pots and pans and odd cookware go. I mean dishes, glasses, silverware, sure. The other stuff I just wash and set on the stove and sooner or later it goes away.