Continued from Blog Post on July 7...
Slowly but surely I have worked every angle possible on the Nike Golf Clubs. They were on their way out the door in the garage (waiting to be sold) when I casually asked my husband that they sleep in the house. He was defiant in them being moved into the house until I softly suggested that they might get dirty in the garage. The following scenario ensued:
“Honey, I think the clubs are cold in the garage.”
My husband rolled his eyes and with a heavy sigh says to me,“Dacia, they are fine. They are golf clubs.”
“I know, but they really don’t want to go live with someone else.” At this point, I am stooping so low that I only bring this subject up with a low-cut shirt on. Without doubt he can’t say no to ‘the girls’.
“Well, we aren’t good enough to play with them,” my husband says as he looks reluctantly at the floor. “They need to be sold.”
With fret flooding my body, I suddenly panic envisioning some schmuck walking away with the precious golf clubs I have been eyeing for months.
“Wonderful almighty husband,” I coo, “Friends come over and smoke in our garage…surely you don’t want the clubs smelling like smoke do you?”
With a heavy sigh, he puts down the bucket he was carrying and very firmly says to me, “They may stay in the house, only until they are sold on Craigslist. Then, they need to go!”
“Okay!” I agree and once again all is well in Dacialand. I still haven’t listed them on Craigslist but they are one step closer to being mine as I have them sitting next to my book shelf…
1 point for The Girls—0 points for the husband!
To be continued!
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Thursday, July 22, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
Gifts Between Spouses
Rarely do I post stories here that are completely true and are not riddled with fiction. However, some of the things that occur in Dacialand are stranger (and much more entertaining) than fiction. Tonight, my husband and I were discussing gifts.
He won a really nice set of Nike golf clubs from work and as his wife; I feel that I am completely entitled to having them. Since he already has a nice set of clubs, he doesn’t want to keep the new set. His rebuttal is that he wants to sell the Nike’s and get the cash because he earned them. The golf clubs are now an issue of pride because I would rather go out and buy myself a new set of $1,000 clubs (and pay the tax AND be inconvenienced) than hand that money over to my own friggin husband so he can upgrade the accessories on his truck. But I digress…
Tonight, while discussing gifts, the following dialogue happened between my husband and I:
“Honey, do you remember back when we were really in love?” I ask, as I bat my lush eyelashes.
“Not really,” He grunts as he puts his hand down his pants while sitting on the sofa.
“Oh! Well, I was referring to when you would have a rough week at work and I would surprise you with a 6-pack of mirror pond, a king size Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup, and a mushy card.” I look at him hopeful that he will remember how sweet I have been to him over the years. My husband turns thoughtful as his brows crease trying to remember the blissful memories.
Finally, he perks up.
“Well, now you just get yourself a bottle of wine and yell at me all night!”
And so it is. We still love each other, but the one thing I have learned is that liking each other is a whole different situation. He seemed to have liked me yesterday. Today though, I think he would prefer that I have a glass of wine. That at least gives him a 50/50 chance of a nice evening.
My plot to get the clubs is far from over. I just need a new plan of action.
He won a really nice set of Nike golf clubs from work and as his wife; I feel that I am completely entitled to having them. Since he already has a nice set of clubs, he doesn’t want to keep the new set. His rebuttal is that he wants to sell the Nike’s and get the cash because he earned them. The golf clubs are now an issue of pride because I would rather go out and buy myself a new set of $1,000 clubs (and pay the tax AND be inconvenienced) than hand that money over to my own friggin husband so he can upgrade the accessories on his truck. But I digress…
Tonight, while discussing gifts, the following dialogue happened between my husband and I:
“Honey, do you remember back when we were really in love?” I ask, as I bat my lush eyelashes.
“Not really,” He grunts as he puts his hand down his pants while sitting on the sofa.
“Oh! Well, I was referring to when you would have a rough week at work and I would surprise you with a 6-pack of mirror pond, a king size Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup, and a mushy card.” I look at him hopeful that he will remember how sweet I have been to him over the years. My husband turns thoughtful as his brows crease trying to remember the blissful memories.
Finally, he perks up.
“Well, now you just get yourself a bottle of wine and yell at me all night!”
And so it is. We still love each other, but the one thing I have learned is that liking each other is a whole different situation. He seemed to have liked me yesterday. Today though, I think he would prefer that I have a glass of wine. That at least gives him a 50/50 chance of a nice evening.
My plot to get the clubs is far from over. I just need a new plan of action.
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