Wednesday, March 10, 2010
My husband is such a dude. By that I mean if he were one speck more male we'd hear the Gunsmoke theme song playing in the background wherever he went. He's old school male; strap on a rifle, kiss the Little Lady on the forehead, and ride off into the sunset for outlaws kind of male. I've never seen a John Wayne movie but I'd bet I'd see more than a few similarities.
What I love most is my husband's one liners. He can usually bring the house down, involuntarily mind you, with his one liners. Sometimes they are harsh. He's a dude AND a Marine. Sometimes they are charming. And sometimes they are so funny I chortle and snort because one single belly laugh doesn't cut it.
Here are some recent comments of his that I can remember:
Me: Honey, can you come in here so I can show you where things (the children's toys) go before it becomes annoying?
Him: (- long - very pregnant and thoughtful pause -)
I think it's too late.
A few fellow Marines are kibitzing at lunch.*
One senior Marine tells the name he and his wife picked out for their soon to be born baby girl.
My (junior) husband: "Sir, isn't that a porn star?"
(Needless to say, nobody kept their composure. Also? That baby with that name was born two days later. We didn't get an announcement.)
At home again*
Me: Hey Babe, you like my haircut?
Him: Not so much the front. (bangs) Or the back. (the rest of it)
You have to love a man who speaks him mind, even if that mind forgets to filter on occasion. Or because it forgets to filter on occasion.