I apologize for my absence yesterday. I was quite busy as it was our anniversary.
I was busy cooking a huge meal for my beloved.
Oh wait, no…I didn’t do that. I made him take me out.
Oh I know, I was busy making him a gorgeous gift.
Oh…no…he wanted new uniforms which we ordered last week. Such a romantic gift huh?
I’m sure I was soooo busy because I was getting the house super clean so my husband would remember what a perfect and gracious wife I am.
Yeah, no…that was NOT it.
Instead I spent my day thinking of how I would “punish” my husband for doing something forbidden. Something so unspeakable I’m not sure I will be able to conjure up the strength to share it with all of you…
Heavy, audible sigh… My husband paid $3 to get cash out of an ATM machine.
I KNOW!!! RIGHT??? It’s horrible, but please don’t judge him based on this one poor decision. He and I have had several discussions about how I clip $.10 coupons, so paying money to get cash out of a machine thwarts all of our efforts to save money. And it’s silly, he drives by 4 different ATM’s that are free for us on his way to work. To get cash at a gas station is lazy and we can’t afford to waste our money like that.
I just gave you my lecture that he has heard from me at least a dozen times. And still, this behavior continues…
The problem with being married to someone, being so closely connected to another human being is that we know how to push each other’s buttons. Sometimes it’s the funny, friendly buttons and it’s not such a bad thing. Sometimes it’s the motivating, get-things-done button.
But then there’s that button that we all know about. The one that you really shouldn’t push unless you are certain you want that reaction.
The annoyance button.
I happen to know that my husband’s number one, absolute top pet peeve is something that I just don’t understand or identify with at all. He hates, loathes and any other verb you can think of that means detests empty sugar packets.
Yes, that’s what I said…empty sugar packets. He has the same reaction to labels in clothing. He even tries to rip out my tags, to which I completely freak out and tell him he will rip a hole in my blouse and I run away quickly to hide my label.
Well, when you pay $3 to get cash from an ATM machine, punishment is necessary. A reminder that this is unacceptable behavior, a little mention that you may want to rethink this action in the future. His buttons need a little pushing if you catch my drift…
I have to say, it didn’t have the desired effect. I thought he would immediately grab the wrapper to get it out of his sight as quickly as possible. Instead he burst out laughing and said, “Yeah Alex, you’re sooooo intimidating! I’m not scared of you, bring it on.”
Oh yeah, and happy anniversary dear!
He’s lucky I love him so much… (or maybe I’m the lucky one).