These are just some random things that my husband has said or done recently. Separately, each one isn’t enough for a blog post but together *pow*, instant post. He’s even been asking if I have enough “material” for this post or should he keep it coming. Ha!
When we were at the store, he asked me if he got ginkgo biloba, the supplement that’s supposed to help your memory, the week before. I told him that yes he did get it last time but obviously he hasn’t been taking it since he can’t even remember and maybe he should up the dosage.
My hubby has a habit of always saying “a little bit”. Me: Are you tired? Hubs: A little bit. Me: Are you hungry? Hubs: A little bit. You get the picture. After hearing it for all of these years, it can drive me crazy. A few weeks ago he did something that was gross but also pretty funny.
I was chasing around the little hummingbird upstairs and my husband was lying on the floor of our bedroom. I chased my little girl into our room and was hit with this really awful smell. At first I thought the hummingbird had a poopy diaper and then I saw the look of guilt on my hubby’s face.
Even though I knew the answer, I asked him if he farted. He looked at me and said a little bit and I was like nuh uh, that’s not a little bit, you need an effing hazmat suit to survive the smell that came out of your ass.
Last week I walked into the kitchen where my husband was cooking dinner and thankfully not farting. Within a minute or so I started hearing this muffled mew, mew, mew. I knew it was our 3 month old kitten, Penny, and I started looking around for her but couldn’t find her anywhere. After a couple of minutes I heard things crashing in the fridge and when I opened the door there she was.
My hubby shut our poor little kitty in the fridge and didn’t even notice. I was mostly joking around with him because I knew he felt bad about it as well as feeling like a big dork. But when I was talking to Penny and telling her what a mean daddy she has, he said oh, she’s fine. She wasn’t in there that long because she doesn’t feel that cold.
Buttmunch. I have to admit I did think it was kind of funny though. I just want to know how in the world he didn’t hear her little mewing and things crashing in the fridge. Men and their selective hearing!
In case you’re wondering where I’m spending so much time, it’s because of a new group website that just officially started on Monday. I’m still keeping this blog but I’m also swamped right now with my other little baby. Like any proud new parent, I want to show it off. :^)