I’ve got nothing today, so I dug through the 46 pages of unposted crap I’ve accumulated since January to see if I could salvage anything. I came across this one. It’s a month old, but somehow still resonates.
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It was Husband’s birthday, so he took the day off from work. The kids were at preschool, so it was just the two of us at home. Hmmmm, what’s a married couple to do when they’re finally alone together in a quiet house? (I’ll give you a hint: it’s not the same thing you would do pre-vows.)
The answer? Indian food buffet!!!
Things went well between husband and wife up until the very end:
Him: I can’t eat another thing.
Me: Me, neither. But, I still want rice pudding. I’ll be right back.
Him: Wait, bring me some, too.
Me: Just come up with me. I can’t carry all that.
Him: It’s two bowls.
Me: Plus spoons.
Him: You have two hands.
Me: You have two working legs.
Him: But, it’s my birthday.
Me: Did you turn 100?
Him: (sigh)
Me: Fine, but I draw the line at spoon-feeding you. You might still have one or two good years left.
In the meantime, I might want to work on my bedside manner.
There is nothing wrong with recycling old material. It's better than disappearing for two weeks. :)
Posted by: Heather | April 30, 2008 at 12:05 AM
Heh. Was it one of the Indian restaurants in Waltham, or a different part of Boston?
(I am always on the lookout for a good Indian buffet.)
Posted by: Adele | April 30, 2008 at 12:17 AM
So, what's wrong with disappearing for two weeks? I always feel that if I don't have anything to say, I should just shut the hell up! But, this is cute and I'm glad you shared it.
Posted by: Sally | April 30, 2008 at 09:00 AM
but did you try the squash fudge (halva)? :)
Posted by: sunny12 | April 30, 2008 at 09:18 AM
This story ranks right up there with the time I was sick (wracked with fever) and Tammy practically refused to get a couple of ice cubes for my juice.
I wonder if I was sick AND it was my birthday AND my pet frog had just died if I might see a little more consideration.
Bedside manner indeed.
Posted by: Husband | April 30, 2008 at 09:25 AM
Even your husband is funny.
Posted by: Katrina | April 30, 2008 at 11:49 AM
Katrina: I am by far the least funny person in my family.
Husband: If by "wracked by fever" you mean "you had the sniffles," then, yes, that story is true. Somebody is a very demanding patient. I blame my Dad for raising me with his "suck it up" attitude.
Sunny12: Oddly, halva wasn't part of the buffet. Must not be a big seller!
Sally: My problem is usually that there aren't enough days in the week to post what I want to post, but I guess the well goes dry for everybody sometimes.
Adele: It was Bombay Mahal on Moody St. God forbid we actually drive the 15 minutes into Boston.
Heather: Disappearing is fine as long as you come back.
Posted by: Tammy | April 30, 2008 at 12:22 PM
I thought halva was a sesame paste candy and I associate it with Jewish and Turkish not Indian.
I've only seen it in one store outside of Brooklyn, NY.
Posted by: ntsc | April 30, 2008 at 02:43 PM