February 4, 2011
I'm a really fortunate person in a whole lot ways. Especially in the fact that I'm not married to a jealous man. I don't know what it is about jealous guys, but I have zero tolerance for that type of neediness.
Jealous guys and guys who drive automatic sedans--in both cases I'm like, "Dude, grow some nuts. Today."
But of course, we're human. He's a little bit jealous of my sewing talent, and I'm just the teensiest bit envious of the relationship he has with his German Shorthaired Pointer (that's a dog breed, not some crazy phallic nickname), but other than that, we're good.
Now I should admit, we're not big on the whole 'friends of the opposite sex' thing. I have a few and he has a few, but we have a pretty firm policy that we don't find ourselves alone with a person of the opposite sex unless they're a relative or it's a professional situation.
The last thing I need is some pretty lady stealing Jared, his dog, and his student loan debt away while I'm not looking.
So caution? Of course.
But jealousy? Not a whole lot...well, maybe a splash or two in this billion year old post.
This is why I was so surprised over what happened this morning.
I was perched in the middle of the kitchen, innocently sweeping the floor, singing 'Someday My Prince Will Come.'
He was like, "What are you singing?"
And I said, "Someday My Prince Will Come."
"That's what I thought. Why would you sing that?"
So I said, "You really want to know why I would sing that???? Really, Jared? Because I want to know why you know that song! Did I marry a softee or something?!?!?"
From that point on, it just got really, really messy.
This is exactly why I don't like jealous men. Drama, drama, drama.
4 comments:
I joke around about the Schwan's man being really hot to see if my husband will get jealous. But then he saw him one day and realized that he's an old bald dude.... Maybe I just need to sing more?
Hahaha. Ah, sensitive is good, right?? Not mine. He's got a pair. Stuck his nose up when I told him our oldest son wants to be in band.
Bwa ha ha.
Maybe you could have told him you had just taken some photos and you were actually singing, "Some day my prints will come?" (Showing my pre-digital camera age here.)
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