Shaun and I were still lying in bed chatting about this and that. He was ready to leave about the time I started telling him something about my earring. He just looked at me for a short moment and then interrupted me asking me why I possibly thought he would care about my earring.
I just stared back at him in complete and utter amazement. After so many years together, he should just know that saying such a thing would be completely and totally unacceptable. The Foolish Man, however, apparently took my silence as encouragement to continue on. As he continued to pontificate about how my earring was at the very bottom of his list of priorities, beneath even the amoebas that swim in slime, I silently fumed.
I’m sure that he meant to be funny, but knowing him as well as I do, I also know that he was serious about the message. Now, it’s perfectly ok to not give a rat about what I have to say…but as stated in the bylaws our marriage, he must not ever, ever let me know that he isn’t hanging on every word that I utter. I’ve excused numerous eye rolls, yawns and sighs over the years, but this was just too blatant to ignore.
Shaun must have realized his folly by this point. He had abruptly stopped speaking in mid-word. He knows that look I get on my face when I am not pleased and usually runs in terror. The words that were coming out of his mouth by this point were “Oh No! I’ve really screwed up this time!!” I, of course, had nothing to say to him. In fact, I had nothing to say to him for over an hour (which is pretty much the longest I can stay mad at anyone) I went from plotting my revenge to becoming mildly amused at his groveling. I finally forgave him…kinda….
Now added to the bylaws of our marriage contract are my rights to tell him that I don’t care about his frequent babblings instead of just yawning through them as before. And he gets to listen attentively to my every word…and buy me new earrings whenever I want.
This could be fun.