Last week, Angela over at Angela’s Adventures and Minor Mishaps invited me to participate in her Friday High Fives. Sadly, I had a prior blogging commitment that involved humiliating myself on the Internet, but I promised her I would participate this week. I am a woman of my word so here I am — one high five for last week and one high five for this week.
If you want to play along, Friday High Fives is really easy and non-restrictive! Make a list of 5 things — ANY five things you want! 5 favorite things, Top 5 Vacation spots, 5 most embarrassing moments, 5 favorite pics, 5 reasons to not pick your nose……A LIST OF ANYTHING YOU WANT IT TO BE! Then post it and then go on over to Angela’s place to link up via Mr. Linky.
So continuing with my unplanned theme of listing things all week long, here we go.
(And yes, I know tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. I’ll make up for it in my second list!)
2. Creating his own blog and then falsifying his number of followers and comments. Did I mention he is a computer whiz and can quickly and easily make things that look like they are on the Internet but change the content so as to fool little old gullible me? When he realized the “our blog” thing was losing its effect, he created his own blog on WordPress (another dig because he knows I have WordPress envy) and then manipulated it to look like he had 12 followers and 40 comments in just one day! Needless to say, I was speechless and more than annoyed that his post on not being able to get a special order sandwich at McDonalds attracted this much attention in 24 hours. I should have known something was up, but he even made it look like I was going to his blog from our Firefox browser (when in reality it was on the c drive of the computer).
3. His obsession with unit price. My husband likes to save any kind of money he can. Now I’m not disagreeing with that, but going grocery shopping with him is a nightmare. We can’t just take what looks like the cheapest item available. Nooooooooo! We have to perform a complex set of calculations involving unit price and other factors that I don’t fully understand. All I know is that we stand in front of the tissue section FOREVER while he compares the unit prices on every single box of tissues before deciding which one is .00005 cents cheaper per tissue.
4. His need to be right about everything and his willingness to fight to the death to prove it. Too many nights we have been chatting in bed before falling asleep and gotten into a heated argument about some ridiculous thing like whether there is an art museum at the Bellagio (I was right on that one!) or the correct usage of the word “literary.” He must prove he is right at all costs, which involves many late night trips back downstairs to boot up the computer to prove his point.
5. His continual need to point out every dent and ding that I have ever put in the car. OK, so I’ll admit I’ve had some minor mishaps while pulling out of the garage. Maybe two or three mishaps. Maybe one time I ripped off the side view mirror. Maybe another involved actually backing into his car. Maybe I scraped the entire side of the car when I thought I was clear of the garage door part that sticks out a little. Maybe I did pull in too far and knock his bike onto the hood. But does he have to point out all these minor cosmetic damages to everyone who is ever within 5 feet of our car? I don’t think so. (And just so you know, I’ve only had fender benders within my own garage or driveway — with this car anyway.)
(Happy Valentine’s Day, Hon! This is all you are getting, by the way.)
2. His good-natured attitude at how lax the housekeeping has become since I started blogging. I mean, he is the only one working and bringing in money right now. You’d think I could keep a clean and sparkling house, put nutritious meals on the table and maybe present myself better like the classic housewives of yore. But I don’t, and he loves me anyway and doesn’t complain (too much). (And if you think this might a suck-up move on my part, you are right.) But seriously, he has been so supportive and encouraging of my blogging because he knows I love it so much.
3. His love of dry, overcooked chicken. I am not joking that he likes his chicken cooked this way. And, being a horrible cook, I can do that. I can do that really well. So that is wonderful. Makes life easier for me (although less tasty).
4. His wonderful, witty sense of humor. Sure I’m often the victim of his stinging wit, but he is so funny that I laugh and can’t get mad. When I did my nerd post the other day, someone commented that they weren’t a nerd; they were a dork. I read this to my husband and he immediately said: “I think you are really a dork instead of a nerd because the word nerd implies some sort of intelligence.” Ouch…but so funny. I had to laugh…then I slugged him. Since we are going to be together for a very long time, the fact that he can make me laugh like no one else on earth is very important and makes me love him more than anything.
5. The fact that he loves me no matter what I look like, the dumb things I say or do (remember the car mishaps I mentioned?) or how annoying I can be. (I know — me? Annoying? Who woulda thunk?) He’s made me feel loved for being my true, messy, gullible, silly, nerdy, dorky, overweight, glasses-wearing self. What else could you ask for in life?