After 10 years of marriage I had thought that Hubby got me, I had thought he understood the complicated workings that are me and was prepared for anything I threw at him. Never have I been so wrong.
It all started last week when I walked up to him whining at him to look at my disgustingly fat, huge arms. Being a good Hubby he did and then being a well-trained Hubby he rolled his eyes and told me I was crazy. I walked away patting myself on the back (with my huge, gross arms) thinking Hubby totally got me and our relationship was perfect… oh how very wrong I was.
Yesterday he came home with a box, for me, sounds good right? Ya, he then opened it and showed me what he got.
Me: … What is it?
Hubby: It’s a pull up bar.
Me: … Why?
Hubby: You said your arms were too big, this will help you tone them.
Me: … Dude.
Hubby: What? This will really help, we can work on it together.
Me: I told you my arms were big so you would say I was crazy and ignore me. NOT agree and tell me how to fix it… DO YOU EVEN KNOW ME!?!
Hubby: Whatever, let me show you how it works… see easy and you can totally feel it in your arms. Okay now you try.
Me: *groan* fine
Hubby: Pull up
Me: I am pulling
Hubby: Stop fooling around and just pull up.
Me: I AM PULLING!
Hubby: Seriously? You’re not even moving.
Me: Shut Up! I’m trying to pull up a lot of weight here buddy!
Hubby: I pulled up easy, come on use your big arms.
Me: HEY! I weight more than you so IT’S HARDER!
Hubby: No you don’t.
Me: Pretty sure I do.
Hubby: How much do you weigh?
Hubby: Come on tell me.
So I did and then he told me how much he weighs…
Hubby: Where are you going?
Me: To the kitchen.
Hubby: If you’re upset about your weight, why go to the kitchen?
Me: That’s where the knifes are!
Hubby: Babe! You’re not gonna kill yourself!
Me: No… Not me.
Hubby: … Okay I’m gonna take the bar down.
Me: Now you’re getting me!