So yesterday I blogged about one thing I do that sets off my husband with deathly accuracy. It is when I rename things. What I did forget (cleverly left out) to tell you was that not only do I name things differently, I constantly rename them. So one can never be sure what I will call the very same object/person/pet in a week’s time.
Aaaanyway. The other thing I do is something I have inherited from my dad. I hate to admit it but it is something that majorly annoys me when he does it to me and more than once have my mom and I told him that he should get his act together. Yet I do it to my husband and I do so with great pleasure. Intentionally, unintentionally...it doesn’t matter. It brings a smile to my face and increases the furrows on hubby’s forehead.
We converse and the hubby throws in a sentence I don’t understand acoustically. Instead of asking him to repeat what he was saying I blurt out what I think he may have said, only it is so abstruse it doesn’t make sense.
Here is an example
Me: "It’s been a while since we have seen your parents."
Hubby: "True. We ought to think about going up there again."
Me: "What??? We ought to tinkle in a cup again? "
Him (with an annoyed glare in my direction): "Don’t do this! I SAID „We ought to THINK ABOUT GOING UP THERE AGAIN.“
Me: "Sorry" (while turning around so he doesn't see how I am chuckling to myself)
I do see how this may be funny every once in a while but all the time? It drives the hubby up the wall.
Then there’s the name thing in combination with mishearing things
The telephone rings and it's for the hubby. I take a message and later relay it to my husband. Only I can't remember the name of the person that called or I can't think of the name right then and there. Instead of explaining I make him guess.
Me: "There was a call for you from (insert break here because I can't remember the caller's name) ..... you know, ehem.... Martin" (we don't know a Martin and the caller's name was Michael but both names start with M that's close enough for me)
Hubby: "Huh? Martin who?"
Me: "You know, Martin...the guy from down the street."
Hubby: (rolling eyes and all) "You mean Michael?"
Me: "Michael - Martin, what's the difference?" while preparing to escape in the opposite direction.
So you see what my other half is dealing with on a daily basis....