In Praise of the Husband. Don't Get Used to This

So as anyone who knows me, or who has read anything I’ve ever written on any of the mumillion different sites upon which I’ve spewed my prose over the years, I’m a wordy bitch. I talk A LOT. The husband, probably as a defense mechanism, doesn’t listen to much of what I say. He has told me this outright, on multiple occasions. He says he tunes in every so often to hear if anything important is being said, then tunes out and goes back to killing things. It is so blatant that the following conversation has occurred, repeatedly:

Me: I’m making spaghetti for dinner tonight

Husband: Ok!

::five minutes pass::

Husband: What’s for dinner tonight?

Me: ::punches husband::

And y’know, I get it. That last entry I posted, about all the cars? That is legit the way I talk, day after day, all day e’ry day, a constant flow of words words words, I don’t know how he hasn’t killed me yet.

Oh wait. Yes I do. He doesn’t listen. Derrrrrr…..

Here is a story I tell literally every time the topic of Star Wars: The Theatrical Experience comes up, by which I mean, any discussion of watching teh Stars Wars on the big screen.

It was 1977. I was a child. I wanted to see Gus, a Disney movie about a talking donkey. Or some such. A sports playing donkey. I am unclear on the details because 1) see child, above and 2) we did not see that movie. As you may have guessed from the context clues I left scattered about, all willy and also nilly, we saw Star Wars instead. My young self was not happy about this. I kicked and screamed and ranted and raved all the way to the theater and whilst waiting in line. There may also have been crossed arms and pouting. Very childish behavior, even for an actual child.

But of course, I loved Star Wars and forgot all about Gus the Talking Sports Ball Playing Donkey. Or rather, I forgot all about wanting to see the movie about Gus the Talking Sports Ball Playing Donkey. I did not forget all about my epic tantrum. I tell this story frequently, much to the husband’s chagrin. “You tell this story ALL THE TIME!”

Today, on the Facebooks, in a Marvel group to which both my husband and I belong, someone posted an article about all the “other stuff” that would be steaming on Disney+. You know, the less prestige titles. Like Gus.

Someone commented that Gus was “really stupid and fun” to which the husband responded with “My wife……” and HE TOLD MY STORY! He DOES listen!

I am so in love with him right now.