A day in the life of a marriage. The good and the bad. And proof that even with all those little annoying little things that drive us nuts about each other, we still feel the love.
"Honey, where is the remote control?" He asks in an almost condescending tone of voice.
"Are you kidding me?"
"No. I looked everywhere for it and I can't find it."
I stop reading blogs and climb the stairs. I step over the baby gate (to keep Roy out of the bedrooms), motioning that I am zipping an imaginary zipper on my lips closed because I cannot believe that I have to find the stinking remote control for a thirty-five year-old man again!
"Did you check on the bed?"
"Yes, I looked everywhere, I told you."
I pull the down comforter all the way down and wait to hear the telltale thump of something heavy falling off the bed. Nothing. I pick up each pillow and shake them, because sometimes remote controls have a tendency to fall inside pillowcases. Nothing. I check behind the bed, between the headboard and the wall. Nothing. I unfold the wool blanket neatly lying across the foot of the bed. Bingo!
"I really should be charging for this service" I mutter as I mumble something else about "incompetent men" and "how would he survive if I weren't here?"
And he gives me a big kiss and says, "thank you."
20 comments:
LOL. Yeah. That is it exactly.
I especially love it when HE was the last one to use it and I find it roughly 6 inches away from him in plain sight. Well, plain sight for me, the only one with working eyeballs in the house.
At least he said thank you! :)
Men and their remotes.
I wonder if it was the same way 2000 years ago with men and their clubs.
Sharon - Pinks & Blues Girls
Hey Carrie...he's a wonderful FireFighter...cut him some slack!
I would have yelled, "I don't know, honey." and that would have been my part in it. You are generous.
you SHOULD charge for that. and then when it's enough to go out to dinner cash it in. you know, like by tomorrow.
charge for this service! I love it! I could mutter that several times a day.
the big kiss and the thank you, though, that's gold.
I would have stuck it up his butt so he would be sure not to lose it again.....ugh!!!
LOL! at least you got a hug and a kiss out of it!Not to mention a Thank you!
Ha ha ha hahahaha. I only laugh because we live this same scenario. A lost object could be in my hubby's hands and he wouldn't be able to find it!
it sounds exactly like a scene from our house.
seriously.
Oh the silly dumb men....
Why can't they keep looking for things instead of asking us to find them?
TVs ought to have little buttons on them that you can push and make the remote start beeping. Maybe some of them do? If so, I think we all need one.
Thanks for the big smile ... maybe we should charge for our services every once in a while :) !!
Smiling))) Gotta love 'em!
I told my boyfriend about a time when I was around 9. I had lost my remote and since I resided on the top bunk it was a pain having to get out of the bed to change the channel, lower the volume, etc. One day while looking for my missing Barbie head, I found the remote and joyfully broke into "Reunited".
Since I shared that story I have been the designated remote control finder because he half wishes I will break into song again. *sigh* I guess some things shouldn't be shared... :)
heheeeeeee. Oh yes. Sounds like my house. I don't usually get up, though. I say seated and holler places for him to check. =)
You handled that well - it's those times when I really need to use my feminine wiles and stay cool and just pretend my huisband is retarded...
You nailed it.
Our bedroom remote is always going missing too, but at least I don't bug the wife to come help me find it. It's too risky. She may stay and want to take over the remote, then I'm stuck watching Bridezillas or Trading Spaces instead of Sportscenter.
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