recently, we all piled into the truck and headed towards “the costco” for some groceries and dinner. SIX DOLLARS for dinner, for a family of FOUR. it makes me happy.
as we were tooling along, someone’s cell phone rang and i looked over at husband who reached for his phone (taking his eyes off of the road for only a few seconds) when he simultaneously hit answer on his phone AND yelled that four letter word that starts with “F*$*” on TOP OF HIS LUNGS.
wouldn’t you love it if you called someone one day and instead of hello, you get “F*$*”?
can’t wait to try it out.
the reason for his potty mouth, the car in front of me slammed on their brakes out of nowhere and if i hadn’t been able to swerve into the right lane quickly we would’ve been eating their bumper. (i knew the lane was open on account of me looking in my mirrors regularly, i’m all about escape plans.)
so, you have us all in the truck almost getting into an accident and husband answering his phone with that “F*$*” word ON TOP OF HIS LUNGS. do you think he skipped a beat on the phone? no, he did not. he just casually carried on the conversation like that’s how he always answers his phone.
meanwhile, the girl and i were about to BUST OPEN with laughter. i’m fairly certain i pulled a muscle trying to hold it in.
it was such a SCARY situation coupled with a HILARIOUS situation. as soon as he ended the call, we busted out laughing like stupid drunk college girls. meanwhile, the boy is quite unsure of what’s happened, not sure if he even heard his dad say the bad word.
this laughing hysterically thing seems to happen quite often when we are all together, the girl and i do us some laughing. it’s usually at the husband’s expense and quite often he doesn’t fully “get it”.
she can say one word (chicken enchiladas) or give me a look (head at a 90 degree angle) and we fall to pieces laughing and can i tell you how much i love that? a LOT, that’s how much i love that.
the 90 degree head thing is related to a time when we all had to pile into the truck with a dresser, it was really crowded in there. the husband was in the back with his head at a 90 degree angle. i asked him before i drove away if he was ok, and he said, “i’m fine” as if there were nothing unusual about holding your head at a 90 degree angle.
dude would be awesome at poker, on account of his unique gift for acting as if everything is fine even if someone is getting stabbed to death right next to him. that could possibly be blamed on “the aspergers” (i love me some john elder he’s a good man).
another reason for the hilarity of husbands outburst, is that the husband rarely IF EVER cusses.
one more thing about the whole car incident. the husband is convinced that if he takes his eyes off of the road for a second (as a passenger), then the driver could be in grave danger. i told him it’s a damn wonder that i survived 30 years without his eyes but he thinks it was a fluke until i got lucky and met him.
evidently this passenger looking at the road is a real thing, a few days before our incident i read this cool ladies story on how SHE HAS THE SAME POWERS AS MY HUSBAND.
do you know anyone with special eye watching the road powers?
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