I have said before that my marriage is based on love, trust, respect… and the laughter that can come with totally screwing with the other person.
Sometimes it is a big thing. Sometimes it’s the little things. Once when Handsome Hubby and I were out to dinner (at a very nice restaurant) we ordered a lovely bottle of wine (Sanford special reserve chardonnay) and were enjoying the wine, great conversation and each other. HH was enjoying the fresh baked, crusty loaf of bread that was on the table. (I prefer to spend my carbs elsewhere, so I didn’t have any.)
I left the table to visit the ladies’ room. Upon my return, I sat down and realized that my entire side of the table was covered with bread crumbs. It was like the morning after a Hansel & Gretel party. As I stared down at this bread crumb explosion, I tried to understand why they were there.
I only had 5 or 6 seconds to ponder this, before a waiter appeared with one of those little table scrapers. As he scraped the crumbs off of the table, he seemed to roll his eyes at HH and I could see by the look on his face he was deciding whether or not he should put down newspaper and little orange construction cones all around our table.
As he walked away to find the extra napkins he knew I would probably be asking for, I was laughing my ass off. While I was in the restroom, HH pushed all of his bread crumbs over to my side of the table. (It’s OK. I evened the score several months later when I knocked over a milkshake at a restaurant and when I “went to get help” I told the staff that HH did it.)
While we happen to think that that kind of thing is hysterical, some of the things that crack me up the most are the little things.
I’ve had a pair of fuzzy, fleecy socks for several months. They are warm and cushy, albeit bright. I didn’t know that HH had ever even noticed them. I only wear them around the house, so I took them off this morning to take Grant to school.
I’ve been back home about an hour and a half. I just noticed this:
I had a good laugh. Home alone. In the middle of my living room.
Handsome Hubby can entertain me, cheer me up, or even make my whole day… even if he isn’t physically present.
God, I love that man.