Husband Clothes

Hi! Did you think I died? Sorry–I sometimes enjoy making jokes about me dying. That’s really weird. I never realized how weird until I saw that joke written down. Crap this blog entry is off to a bizarre start! Well, this is what happens when I drink and blog. ha ha! Just joking, I’m not drunk–just tired.

SO, we’re officially back to the old routine. My husband is working till 10pm or later most nights. He’s working on “2012″–the movie everyone and his mom is working on and has been working on for the past several months. Man, that movie had better be a blockbuster. If not, that’s probably a TON of money down the drain. I’m telling you, it’s like everyone in the movie industry is working on it!!!

Okay, anyway, so he came home last night, and we were chatting. Did I say “we”? Allow me to clarify. I was sitting in my favorite blue recliner, and my husband walked over and lied down on the couch. (Sorry, I know the correct way to write that is “lay” down, but I rebel against that past tense form–I know, rebel without a cause…) So I’m just kind of telling him about my day at work, this and that, then I notice that his eyes are closed. But he’s making sounds like “m” in an effort to try to convince me that he’s having a conversation with me.

So, to recap the scene, I’m sitting in a blue chair talking to and looking at my husband. My husband is lying on the couch with his eyes closed, as he makes noises that are suppose to sound like a conversation.

But I wasn’t fooled! I said, “Could you please open your eyes?”

He said, “I’m tired, Holly! Let a guy rest. I can talk to you with my eyes closed.”

So I said (and by the way, I thought this was a good one), “Hey, if you were lying down at work talking to your coworkers with your eyes closed, how would they feel about that? Well, whatever your answer is, that’s how I feel about it.”

And then he said, “But I’m at home where I should be able to rest.” Rest, you say Mr. Dumb Dumb? I have a few handy ideas for you–1) go to bed on TIME like the rest of the world 2) quit working till 10pm 3) quit wearing yourself out on your political internet forums–it keeps you up far too late, plus it’s embarrassingly geeky.

OMG. SHUT UP. I HATE YOU! (By “you,” I mean my husband.) At that point, I wanted to run out of the house and never come back. Oh well…those days were over a long time ago. There will be no running out and not coming back. My gosh, I have three young children at home–even exiting the front door to take out the garbage is often an insurmountable feat (one I must overcome, however, because my husband is too lazy to take out the trash).

And by the way, I have a few ideas for him if he needs to relax. Here they are: 1) go to

BUT, the next morning, I went out to go to work, AND my husband had 1) reparked my car so I wouldn’t get a parking ticket and 2) filled it up with gas. Pretty cute.

Still, for any male readers out there, there is a moral to this story: For the love of God, when your wife talks to you, at the very least, OPEN YOUR EYES OPEN. Not metaphorically, literally. Of course, I suspect most husbands out there DO keep their eyes open.

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