Grandma: It’s been a long time since you checked my cholesterol. Don’t you think you should check my cholesterol?
Doctor: Well that depends, how much longer do you plan to live? (?! – by the way, Grandma is 97)
Grandma: I think I’d like another ten years.
Doctor: Well then, we’d better check your cholesterol.
Go Grandma!
The other day, Mr. H and I were watching Rules of Engagement, part of our Monday night comedy line up after The Big Bang Theory (seriously, pee your pants funny) and How I Met Your Mother.
Audrey had just gotten a promotion and she wanted her husband, Jeff (the Patrick Warburton character) to take her to a Broadway play – “Maybe even a musical – where people might even burst into song for no earthly reason.”
At that moment I realized my life is a musical.
My husband bursts into song for no earthly reason (other than he’s just really happy). It doesn’t matter what he’s doing, washing dishes, walking down the hallway, looking for something interesting to magically appear in the fridge. He makes up funny, silly songs too.
Of course there is no singing out in public or skipping down the sidewalk, but just wait, one of these day’s we’ll have a child and I’ll bet we’ll see him doing that with him or her too.
Do you ever sit back and look at your spouse and think, “How on earth did I get so lucky?”
Here’s Mr. H, wearing my hat (after I asked him to), and pouting about it.
People, my husband is hot!
Or, what my husband said to his mother-in-law.
Before you gasp in horror (or secretly cheer) they were just joking around. It made me gasp, but for a different reason. That was just the sort of thing my dad would say. I could see him sitting there with a full on belly laugh, his feet sticking straight out in front of him (he always stuck his feet straight out when he belly laughed), if he heard my husband say that. He would have loved that line, and he would have filed it away in the back of his brain for future reference looking for a really good opportunity to whip it out and use it.
I miss my dad, but I’m struck by how similar he was to my husband.
What about you? Do you find similarities between your significant other and one of your parents?
For weeks my husband sat waiting for the mail. He would check the mail several times a day, pout, and double check again to make sure there wasn’t a little yellow package slip tucked in the corner of the mail box. Today the little yellow package slip arrived and Mr. H ran up to the desk to pick up his new baby.
What, pray tell was in that package?
I’ve really got to do something about those book shelves. They are embarrassingly dishevelled. Really people, I take better care of my books than that, its just that I reference them frequently and I have yet to hire a library tech to re-shelve them for me.
Oh, what? Yeah, you wanted to know what was in the package. I’m feeling a little ADD today.
The package came with a hard case, replacement strings and it’s own special pick (and plenty of bubble wrap to keep me entertained).
It’s a Persian Tar. Shipped from Iran a month ago. He’s already playing like he’s had it for years (he’s one of those annoying people who can pick up any instrument and make music come out). Mr. H is graduating with a Bachelor of Arts in Near Eastern Language and Civilization in 3 weeks and starting his masters program with the same focus in the fall. Said tar is his graduation gift.
In case you didn’t know, a tar is a persian lute. Wikipedia link here.
And this is what it sounds like:
Now I’m off to play with bubble wrap.
After class I stopped by Mom’s place and dragged her out for a walk. It’s so nice to live nearby. It’s nice to be able to stop by and say hey let’s take a walk and then stop and get some coffee. Today we walked to Chanterelles in Edmonds. Great little cafe.
