The Hubby Hits The Road
File this one under: How Annoying Can One Man Be? We’re rushing around to hit the road and get a jump on traffic to go visit our son at college last Friday. The directions are downloaded, the iPod is charged, the road trip munchies (green apples for moi, a Costco-sized bag of M&Ms for you-know-who) are stowed beneath the car’s front seat, and the overnight bags (plus outerwear for every conceivable weather condition) are stuffed into the trunk.
And I’m waiting. And waiting. And waiting some more for The Hubby to reappear after running a few last minute errands. When he finally does show up, he decides it’s the perfect time to feed his fish. I know this is totally un-PC of me, but I thought it was the guy who was supposed to be waiting around for me to finish putting on my make-up or change my outfit or something (okay, it often is). But this day, I’ve had it.
“C’mon, c’mon, let’s go already,” I plead in an exasperated tone. The Hubby? He turns to his new buddy, the painter who’s finishing up in our bathroom and says in his wobbly, at best, high school Spanish “something, something, esposa, something?” I don’t speak Spanish but I do know that esposa means “wife.”
“Oh great,” I mutter. “What did you say about me?”
“Not much, I just asked him if he had a wife.”
“Does he?” I inquire against my better judgment.
“Nope,” The Hubby cheerfully replies. “So I asked him if he wanted mine.”
PS: We eventually got out of the house, on the road, and smack into a humungous traffic jam. It was still a great weekend. And The Hubby and me? Still married. And, the last I checked, to each other.
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My husband and I are about equal in the "waiting for each other" department. However, when I'm ready before him, I just read the paper or watch some tv. When he's ready before me, he gets in the car, turns on the engine, and starts honking the horn. Nice, huh? Perhaps the painter has an unmarried sister?