One of the many great pleasures of being married to my wife is that we laugh a lot. Sometimes we actually laugh with each other instead of at each other.
Sure, there are the occasions where gender-oriented issues come into play. As I was getting dressed one morning, the conversation went like this:
her: That underwear is so worn you can see the elastic around the waistband.
me: Yeah.
her: YEAH?!?
me: ?
her: When I tell you something like that, it's not just to get an acknowledgement! I want you to do something about it!
me: ?
her: Throw. Them. Away.
At this point, I'm sure I was looking at her as if she had just told me to fly to the moon and bring home a hunk of cheese. There's a brief pause while I stare like a drooling idiot.
her: You're such a guy.
The term guy, said in that context and with that inflection, is roughly equivalent to leper, serial killer, or lawyer. In case you're wondering, I threw the underwear away.
Occasionally we ask each other to review some work papers or other things in progress, just to have a second pair of eyes on it. A while back, she asked me to look over a couple of blog posts she had started.
me: "Its" shouldn't have an apostrophe in it here.
her: OK.
me: ...or here.
her:
me: You don't say "might of", you say "might've" or "might have".
her:
me: What?
her: Are you trying to irritate me? Because you're doing a pretty good job.
me: What?!
her: I wanted you to look over it for content. Is it funny?
me: It's OK.
her:
me: What!!!
We spent some time discussing the content. I have no idea how, but at some point we went off on such a tangent that we got away from blogs entirely, searched this out on YouTube, and giggled occasionally while watching it on her laptop.
It's not unusual for our conversations to take such twists and turns.
Sometimes we actually try to make each other laugh. It usually works. We're on the couch, her head lying on my lap, I'm stroking her hair, things are lovely and peaceful and all is right with the world.
her: I can see right up your nose.
Or when she's away on a business trip and we're having a phone conversation:
her: What do you do there in that big house all by yourself?
me: I tie a big towel around my neck and run around the house naked with my arms stretched out in front of me while saying whoooooooshhhhhh!
The really funny thing is that she thought I was kidding.
Friday, November 21, 2008
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"I threw the underwear away."
You gave up way to easily. Is it to late to get those suckers out of the trash?
mike - Yeah, they're long gone. What is it with guys and underwear? Dave Barry says that men will continue to wear a pair of underwear as long as there's one underwear molecule holding it together.
Man, if I was at all unsure what true love looks like, this nailed it. And now I know, more than ever, that I've found it... because that is EXACTLY what our weekend sounds like.
You guys are the best!
Brilliant! And now we all know what to get you for Christmas. Or is that too personal? Yeah, probably most definitely, so never mind.
lilu - I think one of the first signs of a problem would be when you stop laughing together.
j.m. - I do try to limit the amount of personal information in the blog, like clothing sizes. Thanks for the thought, though.
Gender differences never get old. Thanks for the laugh ;o)
"...a big towel around my neck and run around the house naked with my arms stretched out in front of me while saying whoooooooshhhhhh!"
Please, please promise me that I can't find this on YouTube. Or worse XTube.
meow - (If I may be so bold as to omit your title) They are the source of much amusement to those of us who don't take them too personally.
herb - Never thought of that. She's traveling again next year. Let me see what I can arrange.
brian - Touche'.
I do try to limit the amount of personal information in the blog, like clothing sizes.
And we do thank you for that! You're the epitome of a gentleman. (Except when you're not, which is probably punctuated by the wearing of the ratty underwear.) :-)
I guess it is sort of odd that I say I limit personal info after admitting that I wear ratty underwear and posting things about lower GI's....
"The term guy, said in that context and with that inflection, is roughly equivalent to leper, serial killer, or lawyer."
As a lawyer, I want to know why weren't we first on the list?!?!?! If you list alphabetically, we should be first. If you rank based on social pariah factor, we would still be first. Just sayin'! :)
I was at a campout with a bunch of friends one weekend last summer and just as I was nodding off, I heard one of my favorite couples laughing in their tent. I got a smile on my face and melted just a little. That's SO what I want. And I knew at that very moment that's what true love would sound like.
katherine - I was simply trying to demonstrate the level that the tone of voice demonstrated, in no particular order. Please don't sue me.
kate - Having been in relationships where laughter was rare, if not nonexistent, I can tell you that living with it is infinitely better than living without it.
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