More tomorrow on how much I heart my wonderful, Valentine's Day-OWNING-husband, but for now, I heart you guys. So I am sharing some things from the last week or so that I have actually been saving (sending myself emails) , many involving said husband.
During the opening ceremony of the Winter Olympics, as many Italians notoraries are being announced, Alex yells, "Hey, there's Chef Boyardee carrying a flag!" He is not always PC, my husband. Also, when Pavarotti was singing a transcendent rendition of an aria from "Turandot," Alex sang along. Now, my husband has a beautiful singing voice. But he does not know any other languages. Or even the words to any English songs. So his version, while quite melodic, went, "Blah blah-blah-blah-blah blahhh blah-blahhhhhh....." etc.
One night recently, he came in from a trip to Wal-mart, and deposited onto the bed sacks containing a dozen or so small stuffed animals and...a small hacksaw. When I questioned this, he plopped a box on the bed, and said, smiling suggestively, "I got a sump-pump, too." And then winked. This is my life.
When setting up his blog, I asked him what kind of tags he wanted associated with his site. He replied, "Hunky...stud..." then presumably caught sight of the look I was giving him, and quickly added, "UNATTAINABLE."
And just so you know he's not the only crazy person in the house, I'll tell on myself. I had a few insomniac nights recently, where my brain would not shut up and let me go to sleep. You might assume, knowing me, that I was thinking deep, philosophical thoughts. And of course, you'd be right. BUT, I was also consumed with one recurring, nagging question. Think about the game of "charades." Now what do you do when you want to indicate that the category is "movie?" You mime the cranking of a manually-operated film camera, right? WHY?!? How long has it been since movies were made with cameras you had to hand-power? And why do we still even recognize that as the motion of a camera?
And in that same night, I spent some time online, and kept seeing an ad that read, "Earn a degree in your pajamas!" I could not get that Groucho voice out of my head, which kept repeating, cigar wiggling and eyebrows wagging, "How the degree got into my pajamas, I'll never know!" It was disturbing.
And then there was the electrician incident. I fell vicitim to the Southern charm of my electrician. I know you're thinking, since I'm from here, that I should be immune. And I would have thought the same thing. They were supposed to be here at a certain time to install some wiring for new light fixtures. They were late. Very late. At the 3-hour-late mark, I called in to their office to get an ETA. Not a lot of help. Shortly thereafter, I got a call from one of the electrician partners, who happens to be about my age, and the brother of a classmate. I was prepared to be irate, and give him what-for, but here's how it actually went:
Charmin' Electrician Contractor: "Hey, there, Miss Belinda. How you doin' this afternoon, ma'am?" (Now, this is someone I know, but down here, it doesn't matter. Honorifics are never dropped by charmin' gentlemen, and you can always expect a "yes, ma'am" and a "no, ma'am," etc.)
Me: "Just fine." (See? Already there is no complaining. The very idea of complaining is beginning to fade.)
CEC: "You gonna be around there for a while, for our guys to come on out there?"
Me: (Already feeling not irritated, and chipper, even) "You bet!"
CEC: "Well, then, they'll be right on out, if it's OK with you."
Me: "All right, then!"
CEC: "Thank you much, Ma'am."
Me: "Thank you!" As I hang up, I realize that I am smiling. And then I think, "Wasn't I going to be mad at them?"
A little Southern charm can go a long way, it seems. Even as the men who did the work were leaving, the older one (and owner of the company) called out to me, "You tell your mama I asked after her, now."
And I did.
P.S. Thank you to everyone for the kind comments and understanding expressed over the dying pet issue. This just exemplifies why I heart you SO much. Rosa is buried now, near the pond, and all the other horses have settled in well.