March 16, 2006

Groan

I keep forgetting to mention Husband has broken out the incubator again. We have 48 chicken eggs and 3 duck eggs in it at the moment (I think, he added more, but I'm not sure if that was before or after the count). The first 25 or so should beginning hatching on April 3rd. The kids are so excited. They love watching chicks hatch. It's one of those things living on a farm brings. I think I saw it happen once in a museum as a kid.

When I brought the first duck egg up Husband told me to put it in the incubator. I asked if he wanted it marked (he's been marking the chicken eggs to distinguish between the breeds) and he said no. The ducks lay white eggs so he'd be able to tell the difference (in my defense, some of the chicken eggs are nearly white and it's not that easy to tell the difference). Then he said, "Besides, I think we'll know the difference when it hatches and it isn't a chicken!" Smart Aleck.

That's his M.O. He's a smart mouth. Always has been. And when he's not being a smart mouth, he has an odd sense of humor. That's what first attracted me to him (that and he's devastatingly handsome). No one has ever made me laugh quite like Husband does...Although it's usually preceded by a groan.

A few weeks ago he re-discovered instant oat meal. He hadn't eaten it in years, and suddenly he was living on it. One morning he says, "I think we ought to grow this." Grow what? "Oat meal." You mean oats. "No, I mean Oat Meal...The instant kind...But only in Peaches 'N' Cream. It's the best." Groan.

Yesterday I mentioned Inkling's shower (of the wedding variety) is this Sunday and I was working on her gift. I was explaining it to him when he got a quizzical look on his face and said, "Don't you think towels and soap would be more appropriate?" Huh? "It is a shower. I don't know what she's going to do with the stuff you're getting." Groan.

The worst part of it all, I'm beginning to think like him. Lately I've thought of or said the smart remarks before he's gotten the chance. Someone help me before I turn into my Husband! I love him, but I don't think I want to be him.

*Just in case you read the comments and are wondering...Art calls Husband "Wolf Man Jack" because he sounds like a DJ on the phone. It's very strange, but I love it! Can't help myself. Maybe that's why he never talks on the phone.

3 comments:

Ragged Around the Edges said...

Heee. Heee. You guys are just developing a similar sense of humor. Too sweet.

Art the Omnipotent said...

Much as i love you and think you can do anything, you just don't have what it takes to be the Wolf Man. Sorry.

Inkling said...

You can't totally turn into your husband. You wear too many clothes.

As for the shower.....I sent Best Friend the list of people to invite through her husband's email. At first I had the subject heading "Shower invitation info." But then I thought that could be construed as if he was being invited to a shower of the H2O variety. So, I had to tweak the heading a bit. But it still made him laugh. In fact, I had to send three emails with that subject due to additions made by G-ma M&M. On last email, the heading was "last shower invitation (Inking's)", thinking that was fairly safe. Best Friend's husband said it could be interpreted as "this is your last invitation to shower with me. from Inkling". Groan! These boys are incorrigable, you know?