Have I mentioned we're remodeling? ;)
Oh, I have? Silly me...I wasn't sure. Anyway, you know how they say "If a marriage can survive a home remodel, it can survive ANYTHING."? I'm starting to see glimpses of where that saying came from.
The other night, we were DEEP in the throes of ripping stuff out. I was all "full speed ahead" and let's just get everything ripped out...while my hubby, bless his heart, would put in a 12-14 hour day at work then come home to me, bouncing off the walls, wanting to "TEAR OUT ALL THE THINGS!!!!"...and he'd oblige and rip something out.
So, one night, we (and by "we" I mean "he") was working out getting a cabinet out of our laundry area. This cabinet was deep, with only one door, and he had to climb into it to unscrew the counter from the cabinet.
While in said cabinet, he asked Dubya to "Grab me a Phillips screw driver." Dubya quickly ran over to this pile of screw drivers on the ground and stared.
Mr. W.: "The Phillips! Get me the Phillips!"
Dubya: ...stares at mess of tools on ground...
Mr. W.: (already a bit cranky from cramming himself into a cupboard and getting crankier by the second) "THE PHILLIPS!"
Dubya: ...stares...
Mr. W.: "THE PHILLIPS!!! NOT THE FLAT HEAD, THE PHILLIPS! DO YOU KNOW WHAT A PHILLIPS IS?!"
Dubya: "But...but they all say 'Stanley'!!"
And OH. EM. GEE. Did we laugh. And laugh and laugh and laugh. Dubya, realizing then that his dad meant the TYPE of screw driver, not the brand, laughed and laughed!! What a classic story.
"BUT THEY ALL SAY STANLEY!!"
Gracious, do I love that kid.
Oh, I have? Silly me...I wasn't sure. Anyway, you know how they say "If a marriage can survive a home remodel, it can survive ANYTHING."? I'm starting to see glimpses of where that saying came from.
The other night, we were DEEP in the throes of ripping stuff out. I was all "full speed ahead" and let's just get everything ripped out...while my hubby, bless his heart, would put in a 12-14 hour day at work then come home to me, bouncing off the walls, wanting to "TEAR OUT ALL THE THINGS!!!!"...and he'd oblige and rip something out.
So, one night, we (and by "we" I mean "he") was working out getting a cabinet out of our laundry area. This cabinet was deep, with only one door, and he had to climb into it to unscrew the counter from the cabinet.
While in said cabinet, he asked Dubya to "Grab me a Phillips screw driver." Dubya quickly ran over to this pile of screw drivers on the ground and stared.
Mr. W.: "The Phillips! Get me the Phillips!"
Dubya: ...stares at mess of tools on ground...
Mr. W.: (already a bit cranky from cramming himself into a cupboard and getting crankier by the second) "THE PHILLIPS!"
Dubya: ...stares...
Mr. W.: "THE PHILLIPS!!! NOT THE FLAT HEAD, THE PHILLIPS! DO YOU KNOW WHAT A PHILLIPS IS?!"
Dubya: "But...but they all say 'Stanley'!!"
And OH. EM. GEE. Did we laugh. And laugh and laugh and laugh. Dubya, realizing then that his dad meant the TYPE of screw driver, not the brand, laughed and laughed!! What a classic story.
"BUT THEY ALL SAY STANLEY!!"
Gracious, do I love that kid.
This happens all the time between my husband and I. I always have to tell him to specify!
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