So I’m reading something to My Beloved the other day. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him DARE to sneak a peak at the book in his lap. WHAT?! Something more captivating than I AMMM??
Total mayhem ensues. Accusations, charges, counter-charges, interrogations.
Finally, he breaks down, confesses, agrees to listen as I finish my, uh, riveting dramatic reading.
And then comes this, said lightly and deftly, the plea bargain of someone who knows me a little TOO well and is accustomed to dealing with the impossible every day:
“Okay. Okay. I’m totally listening to you. And I won’t look at you, which I know you hate. And I won’t look at anything else, which I know you hate. Pro-ceed.”
why is it that these things that are so RATIONAL in our heads sound so absurd when said aloud by Thw One Who Has Pledged to Love Us Forever?
hahahahahahaha Undivided attention is ESSENTIAL!
Like I just expect him to sit and stare, like David Puddy in that Seinfeld episode where he and Elaine are breaking up on an international fight.
I love that one …. you know ….
They fight on the plane, get back together, but he sits there and just stares into space. She can’t take it: “That is it! That is IT!! We are broken up again!!”
But I think I’m seriously expecting my husband to be Puddy whenever I read to him.
Being forced to stare at and compare illegible notations from the 1870 U.S. Census on line, while Your Beloved explains his latest dilemma in tracking down and codifying people who aren’t even distantly related to him is an occasion of such exquisite boredom that even he knows you’re faking interest out of good manners only.
Left you a theater update on the NFL post.
Sounds like he’s got MOST of the rules down. Except for that other important one.
Trust me, ASM, my husband is literally a dream come true …..