Showing posts with label bird feeders. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bird feeders. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Conversations with My Husband

While mowing the lawn yesterday, my husband broke one of my bird feeders. He apologized profusely and offered to go out immediately and buy me a new one.


I milked the situation and talked him into buying two. And bird seed.


About 20 minutes after he left the house with his tail between his legs (not really, because I really wasn't mad at all. Promise.) I decided to try my luck and ask for a shower caddy, too. So, I called him up.


B: (like the obnoxious guy on Storage Wars)Yep?
A: Are you still at Target?
B: Yep.

A: Can I have a shower caddy, too?
B: A shower caddy?
A: Yes. Space saver, company coming Friday.
B: Sure, you got it.
A: Thanks. Love you, bye.
B: Love you too, bye.


This is how our phone conversations typically go. He knows I hate talking on the phone, and I know he would rather get whatever he's doing over with and just get home. So, we speak as few words as possible when a decision-making conversation is necessary.


We also like to amuse ourselves by answering the phone in silly ways. It's the smart phones' fault. When he calls I can see his face on my Droid, and hilarity ensues.


A few minutes after I phoned in my request, my phone rang.


A: (using my Lerch-iest voice) YOU RANG?
B: Hi, so, let's talk shower caddies.
A: Ok. Whatcha got?
B: Big one, a middle one, or a small one?
A: How big is big?
B: Um....three shelves, 9 hooks and a soap tray.

A: Too big. How small is small?
B: One shelf, two hooks, no tray. 
A: Too small.

B: Medium it is. Black, silver or chrome?
A: Not black. Otherwise, don't care.
B: Ok. Chrome it is. Love you, bye.
A: Love you too, bye.


A few minutes after we'd picked out our shiny new chrome shower caddy, my phone rang again.


A: Go For Abby...
B: *Laughs for approximately 19 seconds* That was funny. Ok, so, anyway...do you remember how I told you that there was a new wave of Transformers out this week?


I immediately know that this conversation isn't a decision-making conversation because 1) his opening sentences had more than 5 words and 2) he said the word "Transformers."


A: (knowing that we both know I tend to tune out those conversations)Yes, and...?
B: Well they have one of the toys. Except it's the $45 toy. And I'm having a hard time justifying spending that much money since I know we'll be spending this weekend while The Weekend Company Family is here. (Pause for dramatic effect.) But he's SO COOL.


At this point, I due my wifely duty. Do I convince him to keep the money in his wallet? Of course not.


A: Hon, didn't your grandparents just send you a "Congratulations On Finishing Your First Semester of Nursing School" check? 
B: (Pause)
A: I think it's okay to use that money for this.
B: (Pause)
A: After all, you just got me a caddy and some bird feeders, right?
B: You're the best wife, ever.
A: I know.
B: Love you. Seriously. Bye.
A: Love you, too. Bye.


How could I say no to this face?