My mom's family is close. The aunts, uncles and cousins get together alot. We play cards, sit around eating and drinking. And there's a whole lot of laughter. Most often, these gatherings take place at Auntie Rose and Uncle Moe's house.
When The Husband and I started dating, he was working crazy hours. It never failed that a family gathering was planned when he was working a double shift and he couldn't make it. I would go to Auntie Rose's for a family do and she'd always send home several containers of leftovers for The Husband. "Tell him we say hi and we missed him!" she'd say.
Being a typical French Canadian family, there's a whole lotta teasing that goes on. So it became a standard joke in the family that The Husband didn't really exist. He was a figment of my imagination. It was suggested that perhaps I should get a life-size cut-out of him to bring with me to various family gatherings.
This was the norm for the first few years of our relationship. I went to family gatherings alone, everyone teased me about my imaginary friend and Auntie Rose sent home food.
Then one day, The Husband calls me from work in a panic.
He reads me this article he found:
I am laughing so hard, I can hardly speak. He, on the other hand, is mortified.
"Do you think Auntie Rose wrote this?!" His voice has gone up a few octaves.
My immediate response is to tell him is that he absolutely has to cut that out and bring it home. Which he did. And I still have it.
And if you're wondering, Auntie Rose did not write that. I asked. She denied it ... amidst alot of laughing and snorting!
6 comments:
Sooo funny. I love the fact that Husband was reading Dear Abby!!!!
Busy Bee Suz: There are times that I think The Husband is gay. I'm just his Katie Holmes. In fact, I just may blog about that one day and out the poor bugger!
Mo - that is too funny. My husband is so clueless if he read something and it said: Dear Abby,
Mark, married to Lynn and living in Indiana, is such a pain in the butt.
He still wouldn't think it was about him. Kudos to your guy for being sensitive enough to wonder if it was about him.
Too funny :)
LOL!!! I think I'd be a little paranoid too - only you said SHE fixed a plate to send home and the letter in the paper said the niece just helped herself to left overs, so.... Still, a little too close for comfort! :-)
Am I the only one thinking that the imaginary husband thing really wouldn't be half bad?
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