July 6, 2008 @ 10:49 am | Filed under: he said she said
Independence Day may very well be one of my favorite holidays, second only to Thanksgiving.
There is just something about our country’s colors – red, white, & blue – flying with pride and joy everywhere you look that fills me with excitement.
Our church hosts an annual Celebrate Freedom day that is always a great time for families.
Mike and I spent a good part of the afternoon in lawn chairs next to one another, watching a half-dozen teams battle it out for first place on the sand volleyball courts.
Poor Mike.
I think it may have been the heat that somehow tricked his tongue into saying the. most. WRONG. thing. EVER!
MIKE: “Hey, you want to trade chairs?”
ME: “That’s okay. I’m good.”
MIKE: “Really? ‘Cause this one’s bigger. And sturdier.”
I pushed my sunglasses to the top of my head and turned to him, slowly and deliberately. I promise, folks, you could literally see the inner conversation going on inside of him. I watched it play out in his brown eyes, doing my best to keep my smile hidden, and to put on the most hurt face I could muster up.
I’m pretty sure he was doing some fast praying and I think it may have gone something like this:
Dear GOD! What have I done? Rescue me now from the wrath that is my wife who is sitting a mere six inches from me and from the look on her face she could very well inflict considerable damage to this shell of a man. (Me. I’m talking about me, God.) If you see fit, Lord, please just open up this here ground beneath me and swallow me up, offensive bigger, sturdier lawn chair and all.
And then I had to spoil this reverent moment between him and God by busting out in laughter. Ladies, we know that no husband in their right mind would dare to even think these words, let alone voice them out loud!
Plus, it helped a lot knowing that I’m a tiny woman up next to my husband and – at twelve inches shorter and a good 130 pounds lighter – I’m fairly confident his mouth somehow mixed up what his brain meant to say.
At least that’s his story and he’s sticking to it.
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