The Light Of My LightPosted: April 4, 2014
Aside from God, Hubby is the light of my life. He’s entertaining, lovable, kind, and intelligent. I think he’s just about perfect for me. But he’s also plain weird!
Are all guys like him? Or is it just mine? Since I grew up in a household of all women (Dad excluded… but he’s Dad, he doesn’t count, does he?), I really can’t say with any certainty that Hubby is the typical example of manhood. If he is, then we women must all be having a great laugh in the locker room, exchanging the funny antics that our devoted others have done.
Here’s some facts to back up my opinion:
We both made “bucket lists” one day. I sweated over mine. I listed things like – financial gains, see Switzerland, write another book, organize my whole house, learn another language, travel west with my sisters and see the redwood trees, and take another cruise.
Hubby sat and thought for quite a while before finally completing his very short bucket list:
1) Wash and wax car and take pictures of her.
2) Eat more tapioca pudding.
Then there were his 2013 Resolutions (which I recently found while cleaning files):
1) Cut down my lying to my wife by 33.333%, and
2) Spend my loose change (coins).
Now, it was my suggestion that he try to stop lying to me by at least a third, but he didn’t stop there…. at thebottom of his list he put an asterisk! It said, “Note: Resolutions are subject to change without notice.”
Another story… One night, Hubby and I were playing cards with the neighbor lady from next door. It was just the three of us and we were playing Rummy 500. If you’ve ever played Rummy 500, you know the object of the game is to keep playing hands until someone reaches the winning score, which is 500.
This particular night we started the game late, so Hubby, neighbor and I decided that we would each keep our own scores, but quit when someone reached 300. We each had a little piece of paper that we used and – verbally – compared our totals after each hand. The game ended when Hubby announced that he had won. It was a fun game and we all had a good time, so there were no hard feelings or anything, but when I collected the pieces of paper from everyone I couldn’t believe what his score card looked like. The neighbors score card and mine looked much the same. Here is my score card:
Here is Hubby’s:
Now I ask you, how does he even know he won? It was hilarious, and we all got a good laugh out of it.
I have a friend who once told me this story about her husband, which would kind of bear out my theory about the locker room antic exchange:
Her husband went up on the roof to clean something off. Once he was done, he didn’t have the nerve to come back down the ladder, so he sat down on the edge of the roof and called for her. She came out, appraised the situation and asked what she could do to help.
“Get me a beer,” he said.
So my friend went and fetched him a beer. She went far enough up the ladder to hand it to him, then came back down and watched him drink it.
He said, “I think I need another one.”
So my friend fetched him a second beer and watched him drink that. Then her husband sat there for a bit, and finally said, “I think I can do it now.” And down the ladder he came.
This was the same husband that accidentally nailed himself shut in the attic one day, and then yelled for her to hurry and get the neighbor to help him get out, because he had to go to the bathroom. (Just for the record… this friend is okay with the sharing of this story).
Hubby is such an entertaining part of my life that I felt he deserved an award of some kind. So for Valentine’s Day this year, I agreed to let him post the picture of his first girlfriend on our fridge. Her name was Sabrina. Here is her picture:
What about all of you? Are there any women out there anxious to share some funny antics that their husbands have done?
Oh yeah, and about that 33.333%. I am happy to report that Hubby has kept that resolution. Sort of. He now lies to me, gets a funny look on his face (because he knows I know he’s lying), and then changes his story to the truth.
Men. Gotta love ’em.