The other night, Kate was spending the night with her Papa and Nana, so Andy and I went on a real, honest-to-goodness date. We went to dinner, which was lovely even though I couldn’t eat a bite of my chimichanga when it arrived, and then to the local outdoor mall to walk around… and by “around” I mean “directly into Coldstone.”
Blame it on hormones (at least that’s what I’m going to do), but when we got home I was sooo tired and grumpy, and any little thing was setting me off.
While Andy was brushing his teeth, I was trying to wrestle the sheet and blanket into submission, and I yelled to him “WHAT IS WRONG WITH OUR COVERS?????” as though it was some kind of malfunction in the way they were made, rather than us neglecting to have made the bed that day (or week, whatever).
Not 10 seconds later, I was screaming – again – about something else equally mundane, and Andy pipes up from the bathroom…
“Can I, like, get you some medicine or something?”
The rage rose inside me.
“Medicine??? What kind of medicine would you like to give me?” I asked.
“I don’t know… some kind of anti-mean medicine.”
Fortunately the hormones took another quick U-turn and for whatever reason, instead of telling him where to go, I thought it was the funniest thing I had ever heard in my life.
As I sat there crying with laughter, I said to him, “Did you just ask me if you could get me some anti-mean medicine?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “I just thought it might keep you from screaming again.”
As I sit here and write this, it still just cracks me up. The man has a point, though. Wouldn’t it be nice if there was such a thing as anti-mean medicine? I wonder what it would consist of. I’m not entirely sure, but I have a feeling it would start with “M” and end with “argarita.”
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Mmmm…I could use some of that medicine! 🙂 *LOL*
Great story! He’s playing with fire, though–your response could have gone either way!
Amen sista!
LOL ok you know my husband would have killed for some of that medicine when I was pregnant LOL
What a funny story, thanks for sharing 🙂
I read this to my wife, and she said, “Do you think that’s funny? Do you?”
And I said, “No. Sorry.”
But really I did. Sad to say though, it still hasn’t chased the memory of grandma’s boob out of my head. (http://momminitup.com/?p=101) Keep trying. See you next week.
Charlie Close
It certainly could of gone either way. Lucky for him, things worked out ;-).
But this is coming from a guy (me) who used to ask his wife, while she hovered over the toilet with (all day) morning sickness, “Are we enjoying our pregnancy?”