Dadabulous and I have recently crashed through the 10 year barrier. Prior to his welcome entry into my life I considered 10 months to be a long relationship and 10 days a significant one. Heck – even 10 hours counted. Still I am grateful for the romantic misadventure of my youth. They’ve made me realize that the grass isn’t greener on the other side of the fence. In fact the grass on the other side of the fence is brown, patchy and unkempt.
At the moment I am well chuffed with my husband. I am the envy of (some of) my girl posse because not only is Dadabulous creative with his wood in the bedroom,
he cooks fancy meals garnished with fresh herbs from the garden. The time he adorned the tomato and bocconcini salad with basil flowers has gone down in the local folklore. People are still awestruck.
All that is merely bouquet garni in the casserole of life. I am currently impressed with him because his actions last weekend were truly remarkable – perhaps even revolutionary. Feeling the first chill of winter he wanted some fresh track suit pants but they were all in the washing pile. You know what he did? Without a word of complaint he put on a load of washing himself! He then hung it all out and brought it all back in when it was dry. He didn’t fold it – that would have really been pushing the envelope. I was astounded when confronted with a tub full of clean washing that I had not participated in. “David – did you do this? Who are you? I dont know you anymore”. I’m sure his reaction would have been similar if I’d put the garbage out. I might even be rewarded with sex if I took on that particular chore. Sadly we’ll never find out because it aint gonna happen.
We’re lovers not fighters here at Chez Abulous and things are incredibly harmonious. It’s so harmonious in fact that my Aunty thinks its unnatural. Really if we were anymore harmonious we’d both fall into a coma. Luckily we’re able to spice things up by bickering about absolute trivia. To illustrate;
Recently I was faced with the following choice in the door shelf of our fridge;
To the non chocolate aficionado this may seem a bit like choosing between say Benedict Crumpetbatch and Colin Firth. They are similar types and equally tasty (OK Melbourne Mum – I know which you’d choose) but in actuality Green and Blacks contains NO sugar.
Naturally I eschewed the Green and Blacks and tore straight into the untouched gold wrapping of the Whittakers. When Dadabs caught me in the middle of this transgression he was irate. “We already had an open block! You should finish the open pack before starting a new one”.
“But I dont like that one. Its got no sugar”
This riled him up. “You’ve spent the last ten years telling me how you’re a chocolate snob and how you only go for the good stuff. I get you the the top line organic stuff and you reject it. You’re a hypocrite and a philistine.” To which I answered “Well you’re a %&*$ and a #@*^”.
And that is how I win any spousal argument.
Do you have these kind of fracas in your household? How do you win?
*Not Dadabulous. Dadabulous does not own ugg boots or a pair of undies that can be seen in the light of day.