Funny stuff, had to share with my cyber friends:
[BusterAg is working feverously at his computer for the first week in months after a long period of unemployment]
BusterAg's Better Half (BBH): Ok, so taking the girls to Wednesday night devo.
BusterAg: Great babe, just finishing up this project deliverable and then I can put up the leftovers [from dinner, roast beef, that BusterAg cooked while wife was at work and he worked at home].
Daughter, beautiful little pre-teen thing, as she prances out the door: "Happy Birthday!!"
BusterAg, whose birthday is in January, looking up to BBH from his spreadsheet, puzzled: "Did she just tell me Happy Birthday?"
BBH: "No, she told ME Happy Birthday."
BusterAg, with sinking feeling in his stomach, looks at the calendar on his computer monitor. Realizes his wife is 40 today.
"Oh, Crap!" [Body language straight out of Johnny Cash's, "I Hang My Head"]
BBH: Yeah, babe. Thanks for the ROAST! [In kind of a hurt but playful way. Walks out the door.]
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In my defense:
1) I suck
2) Birthday's have never been a huge thing for us, never more than a cake. For my 40th birthday, I went to the store, bought crab legs, cooked my own crab legs. Happy Buster. Little recognition from family. Still, not a good excuse for forgetting wife's birthday completely.
3) My wife had to pull over on the side of the road on the way to our church because her and my girls were laughing so hard and how self absorbed men could be. I'm a good man. And still: "Did she tell me happy birthday?" repeated in the truck over and over. Funny.
4) I have heard "was she talking to me" at least 30 times tonight after they got back. My family has a new meme about dad's singlemindness. I think this will last decades. I deserve it, all fun and games.
Anyways, funny story. I went and bought gelato while wife was ferrying kids, and we are all good (20 years of marriage, BTW). But, I thought that maybe you guys would enjoy the story. Flame away.
[BusterAg is working feverously at his computer for the first week in months after a long period of unemployment]
BusterAg's Better Half (BBH): Ok, so taking the girls to Wednesday night devo.
BusterAg: Great babe, just finishing up this project deliverable and then I can put up the leftovers [from dinner, roast beef, that BusterAg cooked while wife was at work and he worked at home].
Daughter, beautiful little pre-teen thing, as she prances out the door: "Happy Birthday!!"
BusterAg, whose birthday is in January, looking up to BBH from his spreadsheet, puzzled: "Did she just tell me Happy Birthday?"
BBH: "No, she told ME Happy Birthday."
BusterAg, with sinking feeling in his stomach, looks at the calendar on his computer monitor. Realizes his wife is 40 today.
"Oh, Crap!" [Body language straight out of Johnny Cash's, "I Hang My Head"]
BBH: Yeah, babe. Thanks for the ROAST! [In kind of a hurt but playful way. Walks out the door.]
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In my defense:
1) I suck
2) Birthday's have never been a huge thing for us, never more than a cake. For my 40th birthday, I went to the store, bought crab legs, cooked my own crab legs. Happy Buster. Little recognition from family. Still, not a good excuse for forgetting wife's birthday completely.
3) My wife had to pull over on the side of the road on the way to our church because her and my girls were laughing so hard and how self absorbed men could be. I'm a good man. And still: "Did she tell me happy birthday?" repeated in the truck over and over. Funny.
4) I have heard "was she talking to me" at least 30 times tonight after they got back. My family has a new meme about dad's singlemindness. I think this will last decades. I deserve it, all fun and games.
Anyways, funny story. I went and bought gelato while wife was ferrying kids, and we are all good (20 years of marriage, BTW). But, I thought that maybe you guys would enjoy the story. Flame away.
In the end the Party would announce that two and two made five, and you would have to believe it. It was inevitable that they should make that claim sooner or later: the logic of their position demanded it. Not merely the validity of experience, but the very existence of external reality, was tacitly denied by their philosophy. The heresy of heresies was common sense -George Orwell, 1984, Part 1, Chapter 7