As my wedding anniversary approaches, I started thinking about how much marriage encompasses the qualities of both love and work. As much as my husband and I love each other, sometimes I think we make it our mission to annoy each other. I have repeatedly told him that I hate the animal abuse commercial that has the Sarah McLaughlin song crooning in the background. His response? Get over it- the game is coming back on and I don’t want to miss the score. My retaliation? I’ve discovered that if the napkin holder is not pushed up exactly against the counter, he has to fix it. So if I’m having a day where I want to aggravate him, I’ll pull it out, wait for him to fix it and then repeat.
My husband likes to be more creative. Case in point- the margarita bucket. I bought a margarita mix that came with recipe instructions printed on the bucket. One day I went to put something away and the mix was in the cabinet with no bucket. Do you know where I found it? By the pool area holding chemicals. Apparently, there were no other options in the house. So if I invite you over for margaritas and you wonder why I’m going to the pool to make them, you now know.
One thing my husband has been inflicted with is low talking syndrome. (This really shouldn’t be a surprise since he also has deaf man syndrome). I believe he is a distance relative of the low talker on Seinfeld. This has caused many misunderstandings over the years although to my knowledge I haven’t agreed yet to wear a puffy shirt. It usually goes something like this. ‘What would you like for dinner?’ Mumble Mumble. ‘What did you say?’ Slightly louder mumble mumble. By the third take, I’ve given up and then he claims he told me that he wanted tacos for dinner so how come we’re not having them?
Marriage- it’s both love and work. Oh and by the way- the margarita bucket has a new home. It’s now under the kitchen sink with sponges in it.
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