a somewhat complicated man :)

On Sat, I helped to organize a friend's baby shower. That morning, I was in the kitchen making food for the event (a pasta salad and arancini, these fried rice ball things that are a total pain to make, but that's totally beside the point). Trying to reach something that was in a really high cupboard, I was standing on a stepladder above the stove. This isn't that uncommon of an occurrence. I'm short, so pretty much everything in our kitchen is too high for me.

But that morning, I was struggling. The pan I wanted was all in the way back, and it seemed like every really heavy pot and pan we owned was right in the way of what I needed. What followed was this interaction between me and my lovely husband, who was in our office working throughout the entire thing.

Clash, clutter, clang.

Me: AAAHHHHHH

Him: nothing

Me: Goddammit! *%#!*&$#$@*!!!!

Him: nothing

Further clanging as I struggled to grab the super heavy pressure cooker with one hand before it fell to the floor (while holding another heavy pot with a precarious lid in the other hand. And doing a hand stand).

Him: nothing

Huge thud as something falls from above my head, hits me on the shoulder and lands somewhere on the floor. At this point, I'm practically falling off the stool trying to figure out what it is while still trying to maneuver the pans.

Him: nothing

Turns out that somehow in the course of all this, I had knocked out the clock from the wall kind of near me, and that was what had fallen, hitting me on its way down. It ended up landing, probably to piss me off even more, behind the refrigerator, just farther than I could reach.

Me: more cursing

Him: nothing

Anyway, it all ended finally. And I managed to survive, but just barely, I think. A few minutes later, I head into the office, where my husband is working away, STILL oblivious to the whole thing.

Me: Dude, where were you? I was really struggling over there! I could have died!

Him: Really? What happened?

I explained. And pointed out that I could have fallen from the step ladder and sustained some pretty major injuries. I could have broken my neck. Or my hip. And then where would we be?

Him: Oh, it would have been fine. I was getting hungry actually. I was heading out to the kitchen in a few anyway to grab some cereal. Don't worry. I would have found you.

Wow. Right? This is the man I live with!!!

All right, normally, I would stop there. Let you savor it a while, maybe encourage you to make sure you call up and check on me every so often, make sure I'm still alive. Just to be sure.

But, it was my husband's birthday on Mon, so I feel a little bad leaving it at that. So in all fairness, I thought I'd also share this other little tidbit. Some of you may remember that a while back, he snuck a camera into my purse as a surprise gift. And I promptly dropped it and scratched it up. Like literally within 5 minutes of discovering it (I was drunk). So I had asked him if he could return it and get me a new one just like it, so that I could keep it unscratched for at least a few weeks, which is my typical record.

So one Wed not that long ago, I came home to find this on our little communication center (sorry my cell phone doesn't do it justice -- but the little magnet in the middle says "Wednesday"):

Sitting on the little ledge below, all arranged in a row, were these cute little suckers:

I picked the aquamarine one. :)