Canadutch
Well I’m home again, the eight days in Den Haag flew by and I managed to hang out there by myself without getting too bored or into any trouble. I don’t really have much news to report. It’s the same old thing here.. gaming, hanging out with hubby, trying to make babies, working on the house (ok not so much) and enjoying not having to go to Dutch class. Although those classes did sort of serve a purpose, they gave me something to write about (or bitch about rather).
Going to see Batman Begins tonight with my darling hubby. Hopefully I’ll enjoy it more than Sin City, which was the last thing we saw that I happen to think sucked bigtime. Xander disagrees wholeheartedly, but what does he know.. he says AMMAND. (Stupid Spats page)
Oh that reminds me of something funny about him. Ever since we’ve been together he’s been wearing socks and shoes all summer and complaining about how warm his feet get. Every year I try to talk him into buying sandles and he downright refuses… no way, no how!! I tried everything, tried to strike deals with him but he just wouldn’t budge. He said he was traumatized from his childhood when his mother made him wear sandles and he used to get rocks in them, that he’s hated sandles ever since. (Shame on you Nicole! hehehe) No really though, BOO HOO! What kid didn’t get rocks in their sandles when they were little? Good grief!
So anyhow, I get a call from him on Friday. He’s all excited and exclaiming “Guess what I did!!”. After a few guesses like “Got a car?!” and “Put the hutch together?!” he fessed up and told me that his feet got s hot at work that he caved and went and bought himself a pair of sandles… “.. and they are so awesome!”. Oh gee, thanks for that Captian Obvious! Like I haven’t been bugging you for the past 6 years to get a pair.
This is the best part though, he asks me why I didn’t just force him to wear them. “Why didn’t you just go buy a pair, I would have worn them!”, he said to me.
Yes honey, it’s all MY fault you missed out on all these years of semi-barefooted bliss. I’m so ashamed…. what a horrible wife I am.
