Thursday, February 08, 2007

I called my wife, Hank, from our "boys" trip to Tahoe to check in. I chatted for a few minutes with her and with Daisy to see how things were going, and then I returned to the festivities.

Hank called back about 30 seconds later. We had this conversation:

Me: Hey babe, what's up?
Hank: Hey, I wanted to know if you knew where the Wii packing material was.
Me: Yeah, it should all be on the floor by the TV in the living room.
Hank: So, the Wii box, and wrappers, and containers are all on the floor there?
Me: Yeah, why?
Hank: Oh, just checking to make sure that we both knew where all that stuff was.
Me: ....
Hank: ....

The lightbulb clicked on in my head at this point.

Me: Ok, I get the point. Ha ha ha.
Hank: That's all. Love you. Bye bye.
Me: Yeah, yeah, love you too.

I got off the phone.

"What was that about?" Pablo asked.

"Oh, well, Hank recently informed me, after more than 10 years of marriage, that I have a habit that drives her nuts. Apparently I'll leave bits of garbage around forever. Sometimes an envelope, sometimes some packing material, whatever. I open something and then never clean up the clutter. She claims that she'll try to wait me out and see how many days it takes me to get to it, and that I never ever do. Apparently she cracks before I do. Anyway, just one of those harboring seething things that married couples do to each other."

"So, she just rang you up to bust your balls?" he asked.


Then Pablo said what he always says at times like that.

"That's what you get for marrying somebody smart."


Kat Campbell said...

LOL! Pablo is so right!

tinyhands said...

Ha! We love the Hank.

Mike said...

Kat, no kidding. My next wife is going to be dumb as a post.

Tiny, who said "we", white man?

Tasty said...

WE do love The Hank!

Mike said...

Well, good luck finding HER blog.