is it weird that i’ve always wanted a “word?” you know, one word that i could slip to lover when i thought he needed to be more patient with the kids or less get-after-em or whatever.
you know, like in “meet the fockers.” do you remember that movie? {i have to ask that because i looked it up and do you know that movie was released in 2004?! almost TEN years ago. geesh time, where you goin’?}
i always loved that her mom had a word to say to her husband when he was getting a little out of line, or impatient, or whatever,
“muskrat.”
being the creative soul that i am, i couldn’t bring myself to simply swipe their word. after all, if we’re going to have a “word,” i think it’s important to make it our own, don’t you? {nods head in agreement}
well my friends, after NINE years of deliberation {baha, it sounds like i mull on this daily…which is SO not true}, i’ve finally found THE WORD. OUR WORD.
and since it took me SO very long to find it, i thought i would share it with you {which makes it not very secret or sly, but whatever, i’m to excited not to share} our word is {drumroll please} :
“umbrella party.”
ok, you caught me. so that’s actually two words, but it fits the bill.
lover hates umbrellas. let me say that again:
lover. hates. umbrellas.
there’s not much hatred in this man of mine, but you pull out an umbrella and suddenly, it’s no-holds-barred. bust out an umbrella and it’s like pourin’ yourself a hot cup of instant anger. which i find…well…HILARIOUS. because seriously, who doesn’t like umbrellas? seriously, lover? seriously? umbrellas make the world a more funner place {bad grammar is free. and fun. write that down.}
we had a bit of a rough weekend with the kiddos. lots of bickering between the boys, a whiny little girl, throw an umbrella into the mix well…it’s throwdown time in lover’s mind.
i like to get after lover a bit when he’s at the end of his rope. which i’m sure sounds not very nice, but he does the same to me and it’s always in a loving way in the hope of cheering the other up. that being said, post-umbrella incident when patience was at its thinnest, i offered to throw him an umbrella party. you know, to cheer him up. baha! it was so absurd i actually did get a smile and a laugh.
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followed by my epiphany that i had FOUND OUR WORD{S} {virtual high-five. fist bump. boom baby.}
“umbrella party.”
i love it. will i use it? probably not, but it’s nice to know if i need it, it’s in my back pocket now. a real “word” ready and waiting to be whipped out for a little comedic relief in times of stress or impatience.
do you have a “word”? please share below, so i know i’m not the only dorky person out there who’s waited nine years to discover our “word.”
you better share.
do it.
or i’ll be throwin’ you an umbrella party too.
peace ouuuuuut *
Your Mama - This is so funny. I don’t have a word, but I have a pretty strong foot for kicking your daddy under the table (ha ha), for reals!
Sylvia - As soon as I married my husband, we set down some ground rules in our marriage, one being that we were never going to call each other names. But when things got reeeeal tense, my husband decided to invent his own name by taking two completely unrelated things and combining them, in this case “Flag licker” but because of his Spanish accent it sounded more like “Flag leeker”. When he called me this, we both just busted up laughing. Now whenever things get heated, we bust out the big bad name, “Quit being such a flag licker!” and we generally end up laughing it all off. 🙂
Kathy - Hahahaha, I love it!
Also, I’m similar to Lover in that I hate umbrellas. They should not be used, but that comes from someone born and raised in Oregon where it is always raining and doesn’t make sense to have to carry an umbrella around with you!