Sunday, August 9, 2009
Can't Help Loving Than Man of Mine!
My handsome husband has a complicated relationship with the computer. As a CPA he sits in front of one for the better part of his work day. He loves music and his new Ipod and has learned how to download and rip CD's. He loves a good game of computer hearts and spider solitaire.
That is the extent of his desire to use or learn about the computer.
Anything else that needs to be done on it is my domain.
That is fine with me.
His special set of skills does NOT need computer enhancement. If there was a nicer man on the face of the earth I have not met him nor have I heard of him.
For my birthday he took me to see the movie Julie & Julia. A movie that I have anticipated ever since I saw that first trailer. He knows my love of cooking shows. I grew up on Julia Childs and had a crazy mad crush on Jacque Pepin before Mr. T entered my world. I relished every minute of the movie and he was enthusiastically patient with it's slow and lumbering pace. On the drive home he shared with me that he had heard an interview with Nora Ephron the director that they were worried about the portrayal of Julia's husband played by Stanley Tucci. They thought that the audience would be skeptical of how nice a man that he was...that it would be unbelievable.
I said, "That is exactly what people would say if they made a film about our lives."
(side note: Don't expect to see that in your local movie theater anytime soon dear readers...as I have already explained in previous posts...not much to blog about...definitely not enough for a movie)
Todd looked at me like I was crazy and said, "No way! I am not that nice."
I laughed and said, "No you are right.. you are nicer."
My daughter Peanut nodded her head in agreement from the back seat.
He would not agree. We challenged him to name one un-nice thing he had ever done to us. He sputtered and hemmed and hawed and pondered.
Peanut and I just laughed and laughed.
"I've got it" he said with a look of smug satisfaction. "Remember the time we were playing basketball and Raar threw the basketball at Nerent and it hit him in his face and he started crying and I said to Raar, Why did you throw that at his face? Don't throw that ball at your brother's face!"
There it was...the smoking gun of cruelty.
He smiled at his victory.
Warn the villagers everyone.....it's a monster!!
Peanut and I just started laughing even harder. (See why there will never be a movie version of our lives?)
I tell you this story because as you see on this wall that there is a comment from him. I think he meant to write it as a comment and not a post on my wall. I haven't had the heart to tell him that he actually posted instead of commenting. I thought about fixing it for him and cutting and pasting it so that he would never know of the blogging goof.
But you know what...Why would I want to take off such a sweet post from such a sweet man who is in my opinion the best looking guy I have ever met (just a extra bonus). Then you might not get to see what a sweet man he is.
But I am warning you...don't throw basketballs at people's faces. If you do, I cannot be held responsible for the fallout if Mr. T is watching.