I have to have married the strangest man in the world. Obviously he has some redeeming qualities, because I called my friend Denise about 5 hours after I met him to inform her that I had met the man I was going to marry. He is funny, he makes me mad and he also makes me want to pull every hair out of my head. He makes me cry, he makes me laugh till I cry & he makes me cringe with some of the bizarre ideas he has.
He's come up with several skits for SNL - which would be totally hilarious. If Lorne Michaels needs some writing talent, my husband would gladly volunteer. Several times he's come up with ideas then a couple of years later BOOM, there is a commercial advertising his idea. For some reason he always screams at the TV that ______ stole his idea, and then comes to me to complain for the next 30 minutes.
He makes up silly songs, one was Chicken Chili Burger Fries, this is what I'm hungry for. He gets mad if he loses the games he plays on XBox 360 or Playstation III (yes he has both and it was not my idea). He burps at the top of his lungs, I swear the windows rattle, but has a problem with farting. Go figure.
At the same time, he will cook dinner anytime I ask, he even scooped kitty litter when I was pregnant. (For those of you without cats, when you are preggers, there is no scooping of the liter. Not allowed.) He cleans the dishes, washes the cars, and will watch the kids anytime I want to take off for parts unknown (mainly Target, the grocery store or maybe if I'm lucky a massage).
Well this was his latest idea. I'm not really sure if he deserves a medal or a shake of my head over his latest idea. You decide.