May 14th, 2010
My husband’s birthday was yesterday. In honour of him turning 47, I invited my mom to visit. He picked her up yesterday at the airport while I was at work. Thankfully, they get along splendidly, sharing jokes, most of which are not at my expense.
I don’t talk about my husband much on my blog. When I started posting, I asked him how big of a role he wanted to play. “Not big” was his response. Still, he’s evident in many a post. And he’s certainly evident in my life.
The man cooked every meal for four weeks while I recovered from pneumonia. He is the king of having good food on the table in under thirty minutes. Perhaps he’s too good at it. Last week, on a Mother’s Day note, Vivian wrote, “My mom is the only one who can cook.” He laughed at the irony. Our kids call him Joker Man.
He is legendary—even amongst those he barely know—for his sense of humour.
In fact, when I was ill, he offered to write some posts for me. Here are the five topics my husband proposed to author:
1. Smiling and Nodding: The Successful Husband’s Fastball and Slider
2. Farting as a Sign of Relationship Contentment
3. Da Man is Da Head but Da Woman is Da Neck
4. “Honey! The Kids are Touching Bums in the Bathtub”: Delegate Your Way to Serenity
5. Failed Compliments: How Telling Your Wife She Is the 3rd Funniest Woman You’ve Ever Met Is a Bad Idea
So, there’s a little piece of him.
Happy Birthday, dear husband. Thanks for making me laugh. And for picking up my mom.
And, no, I’m not going to let you guest post.
—Ironic Mom (aka Leanne)
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