Guest Story: Husband Needed Help With…Hu?!
Sometimes the readers of this blog share stories about their husbands that are so odd or annoying, it makes me kinda jealous. (Why would I be jealous when someone’s husband is more annoying than my own? That’s just dumb. I have no logical answer. Some ladies get jealous when her friends’ husbands are kinder, more handsome, or richer than her own. I get jealous when other peoples’ husbands are uglier, poorer, or weirder than my own.)
So, one reader, Laura, shared this tale of a trip to the grocery store with her husband. Actually, this story isn’t annoying–it’s just plain hilarious:
On a trip to the grocery store, my husband yelled a question across the aisles. I was appalled that a presumably fully functional adult couldn’t remember the answer to this question all by himself. The question: “What kind of CHEETOS do I like?”
Then, however, the real horror sank in–I knew the answer. The CRUNCHY ones. Of the few brain cells I still had working for me at that point in the marriage, at least one had dedicated itself to that bit of knowledge. Sigh. I don’t think I ever felt more married.
I get similar questions–What’s my address? What’s the meal I always order at this restaurant? What’s your middle name (as in my middle name)? But this Cheetos story… it’s a keeper! Thanks so much for sharing, Laura!
PS. Summer is here, which for many readers here means fun family trips!!! For families who live in or are traveling to the San Francisco area, the Exploratorium museum is a great place to visit.
May 19th, 2008 at 2:31 am
LOL - this one’s indeed a keeper! It reminds me of something my husband did while we were on vacation last week. We made friends with this German guy who owns a restaurant at the beach we went to. We took his picture with the restaurant’s sign so I could post it on my blog. German guy says to the American: Can you zoom it I cannot see my face well? What does my hubby do? He quickly pulls the camera screen closer to the guy’s face! Oh, the incredulity on the German’s face!
May 19th, 2008 at 10:35 am
HA HA!!! Noemi, that’s too much. I wish I could have seen the German’s face. Oh husbands…and the fun moments they create!!!
BTW, your blog is really interesting! So, do you and your husband just kind of travel around and eat in really good restaurants all the time? (For readers who haven’t visited Noemi’s blog, you can click on her name in her post above, it links to her blog).
Hm. If yes, how fun for you. And I’m not at all envious, no, I enjoy NOT traveling and NOT eating in restaurants due to my husband’s work schedule. It may not sound fun, but it IS. Trust me.
May 19th, 2008 at 8:32 pm
Yeah, you should have seen his face - the pic is actually posted in my blog (http://www.dreamwalkersworld.com/2008/05/food-tripping-in-puerto-galera-tutti.html). Raphael - that’s his name - is in the last pic.
As for the traveling, we do it several times a year - as much as our work schedules and pockets allow.
Oh, and my husband almost killed me when I told him I shared this little anecdote with you and your readers!!!
May 19th, 2008 at 9:35 pm
OOPS. Yes, I try to be careful what I post. I think most of it would not get me (or a reader) killed.
I love the photos! I clicked on the restaurant owner. Oh yeah, his eyes definitely reveal that whole “I’m trying to keep my expression normal, but you just totally freaked me out” look going on!
May 19th, 2008 at 9:47 pm
Super funny website!!! I have one of those (a husband) and next time he does something DUH-worthy, I will be sure to share it with you! That’ll feel great! Hope he doesn’t find your website
Claudia from http://www.ransomsoul.com
May 20th, 2008 at 3:04 am
I had an elderly great uncle who, after 40 years with his wife, would sit at the dinner table when they visited and ask “Dorothy, do I like broccoli?” Or, even better, when asked if he wanted seconds, say “Dorothy, do I want more dessert?”. Which was all very sweet and charming, but had us worried what would happen if she passed away before him. When this did happen, he amazed us all by going shopping for sushi makings, and ordering thai takeaway, something he had never eaten before in his life.
So I guess what I’m trying to say is, it’s not your fault for knowing these things, but his fault for not!