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beware of husband

In my last post I wrote about the gem of a sign that my cheeky little Sauerkraut found in a gift shop which had ‘beware of wife’ written on it. Given that I am not a bitchy nasty wife (right, Sauerkraut?), I renamed the sign to ‘beware of wife’s mind’ because, well, you know, my mind. It’s not exactly normal. It processes things differently. It is strange and often foolish. I even gave examples of some of the conversations I have had with Sauerkraut to back up my claim.

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My blogging twinsie, Linda, over at halfathousandmiles wrote the following comment after reading my ‘beware of wife’ post, “Y’all sound like us! Hubby is always patient, but occasionally he thinks HE’s funny. But he’s really, really not”. This got me thinking. Sauerkraut occasionally thinks he’s funny, too. When he thinks he is funny, it often backfires on him and it usually ends up pissing peeving me off. He’s the funniest when he’s not trying to be funny. Clear as mud? Yep, I thought so. What I am really trying to say is that when he thinks he is funny, he is trying too hard and it always ends up with me being annoyed about something.

So, if I was to get a sign for Sauerkraut, it definitely wouldn’t be ‘beware of husband’ simply because there is nothing to fear with that man. He really is a saint for putting up with me and my shenanigans. But, there is one thing that Sauerkraut does suffer from on occasion and, because he does, he, too, should have his own warning sign. I think his sign should go something like this: ‘beware of husband’s foot in mouth disease’.

Clever, huh? And right now, if you are a female reading this post, you are nodding in agreement and proclaiming to the high heavens, ‘my gawd, Linda, you are a freakin’ genius!’ Why? Because we have all been on the receiving end of our significant other’s foot in mouth disease. And, more often than not, it ends up annoying the living daylights out of us. Sometimes it even ends up in a full blown argument but that must be left for a whole other post.

Here are a few examples of my suffering at the hands of Sauerkraut’s foot in mouth disease.


Example #1

Sauerkraut: Do you think that all of the female players on our Rugby 7s Olympic team are lesbians?

Me:
What the hell

Sauerkraut:  At least half of them anyway?

Me:  Where is this coming from?

Sauerkraut:  I don’t know. I was just wondering.

Me:  No, you’re basing your query on some stupid misconception and dumb stereotype you have about lesbians.

Sauerkraut:  Maybe. Can’t a guy wonder?

Me:  Look, if they would have had rugby when I went to high school, I would have played. I think rugby’s great. So by your reasoning, if I would have played rugby, you would have assumed that I was a lesbian and we would never have gotten together.

Sauerkraut:  Well, you do have the haircut.

Me:  * evil death stare *


Example #2

Me: The Canadian women Olympics’ Team is really kicking ass in Rio.

Sauerkraut:  Huh, go figure.

Me:  Go figure what?

Sauerkraut:  That the women are outshining the men.

Me:  What the hell do you mean by that?

Sauerkraut:  Maybe the competition for the men is stronger than it is for the women.

Me:  For the love of God and all things holy! (which really was code for ‘you misogynistic asshole’. Sorry God but you ought to know by now how my mind works, right?)


Example # 3

Sauerkraut:  Check this out.

Me:  What are you doing?

Sauerkraut:  Kicking off the camp dance party.

moon walk

Me:  What is that supposed to be?

Sauerkraut: The Porch Walk. Think it’ll catch on?

Me:  Hmmmm. It looks a lot like ‘The Moon Walk’.

Sauerkraut:  It’s not even close. The Moon Walk is something Michael Jackson created and he wasn’t even on the moon when he created it. This is The Porch Walk and I’ve created it while I am actually on the porch. See the difference?

Me:  No offence but Michael Jackson was really good at it.

Sauerkraut: You think Michael Jackson was perfect when he did his first Moon Walk? No sirrrreeeee. Michael Jackson practised and practised and practised. He didn’t show it to the world until it was perfect. That’s what I’m gonna do because practise makes perfect.

Me: I think you’ve been with me too long.

Sauerkraut:  Exactly. See what it’s like trying to have a conversation with you?

Me:  Just what are you saying? That it’s exhausting trying to have a conversation with me? Really? Is that what you think? Are you trying to teach me a lesson?

Sauerkraut:  Well, that escalated quickly.


Example #4

Sauerkraut:  My great-grandfather had twenty-four children.

Me:
What the hell
Sauerkraut: Yep. He had twelve kids with his first wife. They had a fifteen year old neighbour’s girl helping care for all those kids. Then his wife died. Then my great-grandfather married the fifteen year old girl and they had twelve children. Imagine having twenty-four children!

Me:  That’s insane.

Sauerkraut:  It was LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE. Smoochie, smoochie.

Me:  No. Your great-grandfather was a pervert.


Now, I know exactly what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “Sauerkraut, you are a male chauvinistic homophobic pig asshole bad man and you are so lucky to be married to such a sweet, lovable and understanding woman like Linda. Tsk, tsk tsk. What are we going to do with you?” But you would be wrong. You see, Sauerkraut being a male chauvinistic homophobic pig asshole bad man couldn’t be further from the truth. BUT you are right about him being married to such a sweet, lovable and understanding woman like myself. So, one out of two isn’t bad. Don’t be so hard on yourself for only getting half of your thought processes right. Believe me, I know how you’re feeling. I miss half of my thought processes every.single.day. You get used to it after awhile and then it doesn’t bother you nearly as much.

Sauerkraut is one of the most open-minded, kindhearted men I know. But he does like to get my Irish up by saying the things he knows will push my feminist buttons the quickest. Nothing gets my knickers in a knot faster than someone being a close-minded butt-hole and, when those knickers are knot twisting, I fall for his version of funny ha-ha humour quicker than you can say “May you run out of toilet paper when you need it most.”

And every time I do, he just grins. Like the Cheshire cat. Grinning from ear to ear. Until his cheeks hurt. Until I’ve huffed and puffed till I can’t possible huff and puff anymore.

And that, my dear cabbage patchsters, is how Sauerkraut and I roll. Ain’t love grand?

No shit, Sherlock

 

 

30 thoughts on “beware of husband

  1. I want to be at your house and experience this fun unfold with you and Sauerkraut/James Cameron firsthand! You could sell tickets, honestly. I’d be happy to function as your concessionaire to earn a front row seat! I’m relatively clean and I’ll bring you a (tax-free) medal for putting up with me, OK? Thanks for the Friday night fun–really big smile here.

  2. Hee. Hee. Back to my shaving comment on your last post: hubs put his foot in his mouth big time by saying I looked like a gorilla! Now we can never go swimming again…..

  3. I have one of those! They mean well … I think they were dropped on their heads as infants though LOL Mine makes me laugh though! … oh and I think that dance is the ‘running man’ 😉

    1. There’s never a shortage of laughter in this Cabbage Patch. If you saw how Sauerkraut dances you would understand the confusion about what type of dance he was actually doing ;). He has no sense of rhythm whatsoever. Thanks for the link and for stopping by. 🙂

  4. Ha! My Hubby is the unfunniest person ever, but thinks he is funny. I’m all like, “Honey! Just be second banana to me. Stop trying and embarrassing us.”

    Just last night he fake danced for me and I pointed out that his fake dance looks exactly like his real one and we had a whole convo out of that. Then I fake danced and realized that maybe everyone’s fake, exaggerated dance IS pretty much like their real one. Anyhoo, Twinsie, I think our marriage combos are the best. Your marriage sounds as happy and fun as ours. There’s no way that would happen if there were two of him or two of me *shudders*.

    1. Also last night, as the tail-end of an-almost joke from him, he said “Well, I bet my concubine would put Ben Gay on my hairy back” and all I could think was — “ALMOST, Honey. That was very-nearly funny”. If he had just subbed in ‘side piece’ or “f**k buddy’, but nooooo……

    2. I can’t imagine my life with him. He gets me and that speaks volumes (plus the fact that he puts up with is a big bonus, too). Maybe we should have a couples dance off sometime …. 🙂

  5. Ken and I banter in pretty much the same way, except I’m the wingnut and he’s the long-suffering straightman most of the time. It’s a wonderful life when you have husbands like ours!

  6. Ha! Have to agree with ‘husband’ saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. Sometimes I try to ‘delicately as possible… (sometimes not so delicate) ask him if we are going somewhere I absolutely don’t want this to happen… I say “now try to behave and don’t say anything too outlandish today) to which he replies “what do you mean”… to which I reply … ‘you know what I mean….. !!! Diane

    1. Boy, do I know what you mean, too! Poor hubbies and their foot in mouth diseases. Gotta love ’em just for being them because, goodness knows, they love us for being us. 🙂

    1. Thanks, Sheila; I am so happy that they make you laugh. I truly believe that, in a world so serious and off the rails, we all need a little reprieve from the big things by taking a moment to laugh about the little things. Have a wonderful weekend! 🙂

  7. Great sense of humour Linda. I am new to blogs and have been searching for something to make me laugh. I think the description that fitted was “how not to kill or divorce your husband…” Tell me, have i found it??

    The idea struck me when i asked Mr Real Estate on his way out to Son’s Soccer “Have you had any thoughts about dinner?” He looked at me as if i was a madwoman, and sarcastically laughed “Huh? No, I haven’t thought about dinner” (underlying message, i am so terrifically busy, the topic of eating is trival and so inconsequential – i believe i have outsourced this thinking to you…..”

    The conversation could have gone many ways which would have prevented me looking for a sharp weapon. I could have said ” I’m thinking its not worth me cooking tonight, why don’t you and son grab something after soccer” and he could have said “no, darling, i haven’t thought about that – you are one step ahead of me. What would you like to do?” Hhhmm – as i say, how to not murder your husband, and even stay married….

    1. I hope you find comfort in the fact that I completely understand where you are coming from ;). While I am not sure how you found my crazy blog, I am so happy that you did because we can commiserate together now! We’ll save each other from our husband’s dreaded foot-in-mouth diseases as well as save our marriages in the process. We are women, hear us roar!

      Joking aside, I am so glad that you enjoyed my post and that it made you laugh. I have always measured the success of my day by whether or not I have made at least one person smile or laugh; I believe that we all need a reprieve from the pressures and seriousness of our days even if it is only for a couple of minutes.

      I do hope you will come back to the Cabbage Patch for another visit; next time, I will have the tequila ready and we can tequila shoot our way through our commiserating ;). Have a great day! 🙂

      P.S.: You definitely found the right place as I will help you to not kill or divorce your husband. Email me at talesfromthecabbagepatch@gmail.com whenever the desire to do either hits you and I will talk you out of it by using my lunatic wisdom lol. Also, if you’re on Facebook, you can find me there as well (Linda Kauffeldt). Looking forward to hearing from you! 🙂

  8. Thanks so much for your reply – what a gorgeous woman you are….;-) My husband is not seriously at risk from any other weapon but my sharp and cutting word. I will be back to the cabbage patch for another visit – my preference would be a glass or 4 of bubbles…. Thank you for extending the (written) hand of friendship – really nice of you M

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