Everyone knows that my hubby is the sweetest man in the world. Really it’s extremely annoying, my family and friends believe he can do no wrong. If my hubby and I have an argument and I go to my girlfriends to vent, they’ll ask me what did I do to cause it… ME!?! They’re supposed to be MY girlfriends, but no their loyalty will go to hubby first because he’s so “wonderful”.
So even though what happened this weekend was awful and extremely distressing for my hubby, I am enjoying it… GREATLY! I know, I know I’m a horrible person, get over it.
So as you know I have a beaut of a black eye from softball. And I have to say I’m pretty proud of it, especially now that it’s turning a lovely shade of purple with a light tint of green. Which I was trying to get my hubby to admire as we were walking down the hallway of our apartment building.
“No really honey look, isn’t it pretty!?”
“Ya babe it’s the most beautiful black eye I’ve ever seen”
“You don’t mean it, YOU’RE NOT EVEN LOOKING!! Come on look honey this is my worst looking black eye of them all!”
“Well honey, if you didn’t have such a smart mouth I wouldn’t have to keep giving them to you.”
Before I can laugh at his joke, we come around the corner and bumped into Mrs. Cooper, our kindly elderly neighbor, with her dog Poopsie (not his real name, but that’s what I call him because I can tell it pisses him off, and that’s what he gets for waking me up on Saturdays with his barking.)
“Morning Mrs. Cooper, Hello Poopsie, who’s a poopsie, poopsie, poopsie puppy.” I say, giving him a full body rub down causing his fur to stick up in all directions (again another thing Poopsie hates and I enjoy doing greatly).
But instead of giving Hubby and I a big smile and asking how our day is going, like she usually does, Mrs. Cooper placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed, then gave hubby a death stare and walked away with Poopsie.
Hubby looked confused, “What was that?”
I too was confused for a minute… “OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!” I say now jumping up and down in horror and excitement.
“She heard you!!! She doesn’t know you were joking. She thinks you gave me this black eye, that’s… AWESOME!” I’m screaming with laughter as I open our door.
Hubby is not as amused, “No she doesn’t… she can’t… she likes me… she calls me the sweety boy.”
I laughed, “not anymore, now you’re the abuser.”