Today's blog will be brief due to the availability of only dial-up which is EXCRUCIATINGLY slow (and patience is not one of my many virtues) and the horrible news about Steve Erwin. Ugh. And as my friend Laura just said (I'll blog it before she does), "I keep thinking of his poor wife. This was the one business trip she DIDN'T worry about since he was just going to be doing some diving, not putting his head and various limbs in the mouth of a crocodile." I, being somewhat of a conspiracy theorist, feel that this is a "sting" that has been planned throughout the animal kingdom for years and was just carried out by the lowly stringray as part of his gang initiation.
One of the best things about Merritt Island is that the GUYS cook! Well, at least Danny and Mike cook. Hurley hangs around the kitchen and tries to look useful. But meanwhile, the girls get to hang out on the dock, have a glass of wine or two and talk. So, with four moms gathered around a table the other night, the talk naturally turned to nasty things that we have done to our children and husbands. So for today, I'll just share a few nuggets:
1. Theresa once asked her kids and husband what they wanted for dinner and got the responses, "I don't care", "Doesn't matter" and "Whatever." So when it came time for dinner, they came to the table to find the table set and plates at each of their places each with a piece of paper on them which said, "I don't care", "Doesn't matter" and "Whatever."
2. Theresa and her husband Mike were walking around Home Depot and Theresa, needing to get Mike's attention, tugged at his shirtsleeve. Mike turned around and said, "Don't touch my clothes." So, for six months Theresa didn't touch his clothes...didn't pick them up, didn't wash them, didn't fold them, didn't put them away. Mike eventually begged her to touch his clothes and has not complained if she tugged at his shirtsleeves again.
3. My friends sister-in-law grew tired of her husband complaining that he didn't like what she served for dinner. So she placed several cookbooks in front of him along with a bunch of post-it notes and told him that he just needed to tag any recipes that sounded good and that she would happily prepare them, but until then, he was on his own. Six months went by (apparently six months is the standard time period for a marital stand-off) during which she merrily prepared herself lovely dinners made with fresh herbs and salads with fancy mesclun mixes and he grudgingly survived on cereal and peanut butter sandwiches. Then the cookbooks miraculously reappeared with post-it notes popping out at various intervals. And they all lived happily ever after!
Gotta run. The kids just came running in to say there are manatees swimming near our dock. Pictures will follow tomorrow when I'm back on high speed wireless. Now THAT'S what REALLY great about Merritt Island!
I love to hear about your adventures - it's like a play by play!
Posted by: Mom | September 04, 2006 at 02:56 PM