Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Freak out!
My son Damian, you know like the kid in the movie The Omen, was playing a video game tonight and he wanted my husband to put in some code for him. My husband had no idea what he was talking about but tried to fix the game anyway. Needless to say this didn't quite work out and Damian proceeded to freak out. This is something Damian does on an occasion. Most people stare at him and nod assured that we named him Damian for a reason, Again refer to The Omen. My husband comes into the kitchen and says "that kid can really freak out?" I said "Oh really, son of who?" My husband doesn't actually freak out like a kid, but he can have a low tolerance level when things don't go his way. I am always teasing him about this, so tonight when he said this I was sitting here at the computer and started laughing hysterically. He said he doesn't freak out. I told him maybe not in the same way but the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I'm still laughing and hubby is back in the room still trying to fix the game. I don't think he's laughing.
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I wonder if our husbands are related. My hubby can get frustrated easily like when he can't find his glasses ("alright everybody where are my glasses!!") Wants everyone to stop what they are doing while he rants and raves. Silly stuff like that, or he can't make a tool work the way its supposed to...I am forever telling him to "chill." I know its his way of relieving stress but to me its kinda funny ~ and of course I love him dearly, he puts up with my pouty moods!!
Husbands....cant live withthem..cant live without them.
Jen
My hubby doesn't have much patience for that kind of thing either!
Yep. My husband's the same way. The whole house gets turned completely upside down if he loses something and yet, after all the years, he doesn't put things back where they go. I always laugh at him which doesn't fly real well with him. And sooner or later, he finds what he was looking for.
Now I do have say the man can fix or figure out or duct tape ANYTHING. In 27 years of marriage I can't remember a single time he wasn't able to fix it for me. So I forgive him for never putting things back where they belong and then going on a rant until he figures out where he left them.
Men! Who would WANT to live without them, they're so endlessly entertaining.
Hey! I thought you'd be in the middle of moving.
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