God has blessed me with an amazing and loving husband. He takes care of me and the kids and makes sure the bills are paid each month. He not only is okay with, but encouraged me to be a stay-at-home mom so that I could also focus on my writing. And most importantly, he loves me with all of his heart.
But there are, on occasion, times when I want to donkey punch him in the head.
For instance, there was the time when we were getting ready to go out to dinner with my family. I had been taking a new medication that caused me to retain water and put on a few pounds. Plus, I’m sure those Pop-Tarts that I love hadn’t helped.
I know, I know…this is VERY dangerous territory for a man, but here’s how it went down:
Me: Honey, does this look okay? I feel like it’s a little too tight.
Dale: No. It looks fine.
Me: Be honest.
Dale: Well, you do look a little “puffy”.
PUFFY? As in the Marshmallow Man? Who calls their wife puffy?? (I’m sure that many of you men are thinking “Oh, you poor man. You are gonna DIE now.”)
He didn’t get any nookie for at least a week after that one.
Many months later, we were in the midst of an argument when I complained that he didn’t listen to anything I said, to which he replied “That’s not true! I listen to all of the things that you say…(dramatic pause here) that are important.”
I don’t care if I’m talking about the lint in the dryer, or the kitchen scrub brush, or the zit on my forehead that looks like a permanent Bindi. It’s ALLLLLLL important, baby.
I got a big bouquet of flowers after that one.
Then, this morning I was sitting at the kitchen table while Dale was eating breakfast. We were going over our “to-do” list for the day.
I mentioned that I needed to go get my driver’s license changed to show our new address since we recently moved. I’ve been sick all week and this was the first chance I’ve had to go to the DMV.
Dale: Are you going to get your picture made today?
Me: I don’t know. They might say I need a new picture.
Dale: Are you sure you want to get a new picture made today?
Me: What? I look crappy in my sweatpants with no makeup, bloodshot eyes, runny nose and the zit on my forehead?
Dale: (Replying quickly) I didn’t say that.
I’m expecting dinner and a movie tonight.
Your Blog always makes me smile. Take it easy on Dale. 🙂
He can hold his own. haha He’s a good guy! 🙂
Dale, I have a rule here at my home is she is PMS’ing or going through her cycle or is on meds that make her weird, everything I say is null and void and cannot be used against me……
Dana I love all of your blogs, but this one might be my favorite. The thought of Dale getting in trouble is going to have me chuckling all day. Give him a donkey punch from me.
Thanks Trevor! I’ll never let him live the “puffy” comment down. But you know him, he’s a good guy so I have to forgive him. haha