So I asked him, "What should I have said, "my hubby?" "
This led to a discussion of words we hate, like hubby and hubs and wifey and preggers.
Come on folks! Leave the words you hate in the combox! I will try to use each of them today as a birthday gift for my hubby!
I'll kick it off with a word I know he hates, so I try to use it often in my blog, "Huzzah!"
Back to those pork loins.
Pork loin has a special place in our marriage. Several years ago, after a trip to Costco, on a night shortly before Christmas, I was wrapping presents, near midnight. I was exhausted with all of the pre-holiday prep. I was sitting on the floor, in my pajamas and robe, surrounded by paper and boxes and working my little fingers to the bone, when the Chef came in, also in pajamas and robe. He had been cutting up the whole pork loin from Costco into roasts and freezing them.
He was clutching his shoulder and moaning. He said two words, "My arm..." and out slid...his arm! And it fell on the floor with a sickening thud.
Mentally, I was wondering where the cooler was and if we had enough ice to keep the limb cool on the way to the ER, and I should probably wake up Peter to hold a tourniquet on the stump, etc.
Actually, I was screaming. Out of control, bloody murder, screaming.
And he was laughing hysterically. On the floor lay one vacuum sealed pork loin.
Then, I started sobbing.
--- 4 ---Today is also Star Wars Day. May the Fourth be with you. I had to save this one for Quick Take #4.
|This is the picture Peter used when running for class office a long time ago. He won, of course.|
The Chef is very funny. If you've ever read his blogposts over at CatholicVote, you already know that.
He also does a wicked impersonation of Steve Irwin. He nails the Aussie accent when he says, "Look at my tight shorts! Look at them! Crikey! They're tight!" (We are big fans of Steve Irwin and mean his memory no disrespect.)
Twice, he has surprised with getaway trips, just us, no kids. He has arranged carpool pick ups, camp drop-offs, and even called my boss to take care of my work schedule. He's a keeper.
Our last getaway was 2 years ago. We went downtown to the big city, fine dining, museums, beach, shopping, everything I love. The Chef had booked an evening cruise for us on one of those tall ships at Navy Pier.
We didn't know until we got a pre-board complimentary photo with a skeleton, that it was the Pirate Cruise.
"Everybody say, "Aaargh!"
"I can't hear you!"
Yep, a pirate cruise. It was still super romantical and lots of fun. It's always fun to watch over-served grown-ups pretending to be pirates.
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Yes, it's a fish Friday, but you can eat meat if you make an alternate sacrifice or charitable act, so we will celebrate his birthday meatily. Tomorrow is Cinco de Mayo! I don't really know what the celebration is about, but I do love margaritas, so it's all good.
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