Just kidding! No one wants to hear about why I am grateful for my vagina and, frankly, I don’t really feel like sharing why I am grateful for my vagina either. I mean what can I possibly say about it anyway? Sure it expanded to infinity and beyond in order to help me deliver three handsome and awesome cabbage patch babies and, sure I take it with me everywhere I go as do I take my other body parts with me so really it doesn’t deserve any more special recognition than say my feet and, sure it is like a self-cleaning oven in that it does a wonderful job of cleaning itself unlike my other body parts, but really? What else is there to say that won’t make you run the other way?
So, today (much to your relief, I imagine) I am not grateful for my vagina; instead, I am grateful for Valentine’s Day but not in the sense of it being all romantic and lovey dovey-like. No, I am grateful for the words Valentine’s Day because these words serve as a ‘calm the eff down’ for Sauerkraut and me.
Let me explain because I know this makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. Sauerkraut and I do not make Valentine’s Day a big priority in our cabbage patch. We may go out for a drive for a treat or something like that but we do not go overboard with gifts, flowers or cards. For us, it is more about spending time with one another.
This year, however, there was a huge winter storm on Valentine’s Day so we opted to stay in and celebrate the following Saturday. While out for our drive, Sauerkraut was telling me about a couple of his employees who are known to bicker constantly. The bickering had finally reached the point where harassment complaints were being filed.
Here’s how Sauerkraut’s rant went down:
Sauerkraut: You’ll never guess what Beavis and Butthead are fighting over now.
Me: Give me a hint. You know I like hints.
Sauerkraut: No hints. I’m not in the mood for hints. This time Beavis is accusing Butthead of using his mug at break.
.Me: Nooooooooo waaaaaaaaaay.
Sauerkraut: Yes way. I’m so tired of dealing with those two. Remember that time Butthead accused Beavis of using his chair while he was away? Then one day it was over Beavis posting that newspaper clipping about Butthead’s hockey team being last place in the standings. The other day it was over Butthead being too close to Beavis’s work area. I finally told him to file a complaint with HR if it was bothering him that much. So he did.
(Now Sauerkraut is usually such a quiet gentle man. He rarely gets provoked or agitated about anything so I knew that he was past the point of no return and I decided to let him rant a little while longer.)
Sauerkraut: It’s all so stupid and such a waste of everyone’s time. There are real world problems out there but their worst problem is that they can’t stand one another.
Me: Well, usually it means that they are unhappy in their own lives and maybe there is something bigger going on that you don’t know about and that is why they are picking on each other.
Me: Eyes on the road there, Honey Bun. I’m not ready to meet my maker yet.
Sauerkraut: Are you kidding me? You’re going to try and make sense of their behaviour when really all they’re being is a pair of assholes?
Me: You’re getting all worked up over it and I’m just trying to help you make sense of it.
Sauerkraut: You can’t make sense outta that pair.
Me: Is today our Valentine’s Day?
Sauerkraut: Yes, it is.
Me: Can we not talk about anything negative today and just focus on our love for one another? Blah, blah, blah and all that jazz?
Sauerkraut: Yes. You’re right. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be going on about them.
Me: You know what? Whenever one of us is getting worked up about something, the other one should just say “Valentine’s Day” which will be our code word for ‘calm the eff down’.
Sauerkraut: I like it. Let’s do it.
Me: Right here?
Sauerkraut: Oh, for God’s sake.
And that is how ‘Valentine’s Day’ became our code word to be invoked when one of us needs to ‘calm the eff down’. Trust me, it works and it is brilliant.
The other night, Sauerkraut and I were driving to town for groceries. Sauerkraut always likes to take the scenic route when we go shopping which takes a bit longer than the normal highway route (I guess it’s part of his master plan to delay a task neither of us are all that keen to do) and sometimes taking the longer route really irritates me because I just want to get to town and get back all quick like a bunny. This was one of those times.
Me: Holy Canada Geese. The fields are just full of them.
Sauerkraut: They sure are. Hey, look there’s one with a white head! I’ve never seen a Canada goose with a white head before. They’re always black.
Me: Are you being racist?
Me: Eyes on the road, Sweet Cheeks.
Sauerkraut: Where the hell did that come from?
Me: It just seems to me that maybe you prefer an Aryan Canada goose over a black Canada goose.
Sauerkraut: For the love of God and all things holy. It was just an observation. Nothing more.
Me: For your information, it was a white-headed vulture pretending to be a Canada goose. It was not an Aryan Canada goose. Maybe the vulture thought being a Canada goose would be better than being a vulture. Vultures have bad reputations for dining on road kill and circling over sickly or nearly dead animals before they dive in for their next feast. May God rest their souls – the dead animals I mean, not the vultures. Only the vulture didn’t know that you were going to pick him over the regular Canada goose. If he knew that, maybe it would really make his day because he would know that he did a really good job pretending to be a Canada goose. Maybe you should pull over and tell him.
Sauerkraut: Valentine’s Day.
Me: Right. Sorry.
See what happened there? Sauerkraut let the ridiculous conversation go on for only so long before reminding me to ‘calm the eff down’. It was only a vulture after all and not an Aryan Canada goose. I was getting worked up about Sauerkraut being racist when I knew damn well that I was just pissed off that he took the scenic route to drive to town.
We were watching the news and Sauerkraut commented on something an eye witness said during an interview about a car accident he had witnessed.
Sauerkraut: Is surreal the new ‘it’ word?
Sauerkraut: Have you noticed how everyone is saying ‘surreal’ about everything? ‘Oh, it was so surreal’ and things like that.
Me: No. I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Sauerkraut: That fella they just interviewed. He said the way the car hit the snowbank, flew up and off the overpass, crashing onto the highway below was ‘surreal’.
Me: Well, if he saw it happen before his very eyes, then, yes, it was so real to him.
Sauerkraut: But this isn’t the first time I have heard people saying it. I’ve also heard people at work say it. “It was surreal”. I wonder why that is.
Me: I think it’s because we’ve become desensitized to so many things because of all the violence and sensationalism portrayed in the media, the movies and on television. We now have to see things in real time with our own eyes in order to believe them or process anything. That’s why people are saying “Oh, it was so real when he drove off the cliff” or “You wouldn’t believe the monkey I just saw. It was so real” or “Did you see that vulture pretending to be a Canada Goose? He thought he was being so real!”
Sauerkraut: For the love of God! I am saying surreal not so real!!!!!!
Me: Valentine’s Day
Again, another one of our conversations about nothing had the potential to become one of those surreal/so real arguments that escalates quickly (you know the ones, somebody gets in a huff and stomps out of the room and there’s no speaking to one another for a couple of hours but when you do finally start speaking no one can remember what the argument was about in the first place?). I knew by invoking Valentine’s Day Sauerkraut would calm the eff down before it reached the surreal/so real not speaking stage.
So there you have it. Feel free to invoke ‘Valentine’s Day’ into your arguments. If it helps to save your relationship, I’m all for it. Just remember that I invoked it first. Na na na boo boo.
Valentine’s Day: 1
Arguments about nothing: 0
Poor George uses German to diffuse any surreal or even so real situation….i annoy him, he gets irritated..i annoy some more because it is now fun, he mumbles in German and I go do dishes or something…while he continues to mutter……….i like the Valentine’s day thingy though. Maybe it will shut him up long enough for me to grab that german-English dictionary before he blows……lol
Annoying is the best! It’s amazing how our nattering can lead to mumbling and then to someone getting pissed off hahahaha
I absolutely love this post! You had me laughing out loud. I can’t think of another person who has ever described what happens between husbands and wives so eloquently! I have to pass this on if you don’t mind. Thank you for making my day and yes I will adopt your, “Valentine’s Day.” @sheilamgood at Cow Pasture Chronicles
I am so happy that this post had you laughing out loud which in turn has made my day. Thank you for the comments and for the share; I really appreciate them. Happy Valentine’s Day! 🙂
It was all my pleasure and the same to you. Glad you stopped by the Cow Pasture.
Thanks for the morning smile. Enjoyed your post so much it was so real, really. I think. LOL
Life is never dull here in the Cabbage Patch, that’s for sure. So glad it made you smile; thanks for dropping by 🙂
I love it! Ken and SK have a lot in common, especially about the annoying long cut/scenic routes which make me insane. I think we need a better code word like you guys, because Ken still hasn’t figured out that when I’m up in arms about something and he says, “You really need to lighten up”, it just makes me want to punch him in the arm. Really hard. 🙂
The only good thing about being too busy to stop by your blog because of my own challenge(s) is that there are a LOT of hilarious posts to read when I *do* get here.
Hubs and I have a similar system, but ours is about household chores. Instead of me beating him about the head and face for leaving a dirty sink (and he used to yell at me for leaving ONE CUP in the sink), I smile and say sweetly, “I sure do wish the Kitchen Fairy would stop by”.
Instead of him piling all his dirty underwear on my head, he will say sweetly, “I sure do wish the laundry fairy would stop by. I’m about out of underwear.”
I think we will have to adopt our own Aryan Canada Goose. 🙂
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I’ve got something to read when i’m gloomy. Your writing makes me happy 😀 Please keep writing forever!
I’m so happy that you enjoyed reading my post and that you have somewhere to go when you need a good chuckle or two. My belief is that, with everything going on in this crazy world of ours as well as us having to deal with the many stresses in our lives, we could all use a little reprieve from life. My posts are rarely serious because writing them not only brings me great joy but they also help me escape from all the seriousness and sadness surrounding me. Thank you so much for your kind and encouraging words. I am happy to meet you! 🙂
You’re welcome Linda! 🙂 and I’m happy to have found your blog. 😉