Friday, July 25, 2008

The difference between men & women

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Last week I talked about cars, so let's stay on that subject, shall we?
Hubster and I don't often get angry with each other (we just crab back and forth) but this week he woke me up when he got home from work at 12:30 a.m. to shout, "You're never driving my truck ever again!!!"
Well, hello there. Wha?
It seems I left the faceplate on his stero and the car doors unlocked. (In my defense, it was parked in our driveway and crime isn't exactly rampant here. In his defense, well, he can comment and defend himself, can't he? Huh? Huh? Whattaya gonna say about THAT hon?!?)

I've never had good luck with car stereos. A few months ago, I left the face plate on the stereo in his truck while I was parked down at work. I came out to a smashed window and a stolen stereo that evening. (Then I called and spazzed out on him because I didn't know what to do while he was at work. Poor guy.)
Back when we were young and first dating, the Hubster managed the car audio department in a store we'll just call Icuit-cay Ity-cay. He made lots of money but worked a lot.
He had a sweeeet pick up truck. It was shiny and black and because he got it at cost, he had a real nice stereo system in it.
He was the definition of gentleman to me. He bought me stuff, took me fun places and I became friends with his friends while he became friends with mine. You know - the stuff couples do.
One Christmas, after we'd been together for more than a year, he made a special point to set aside time to exchange gifts. With just me.
I have no idea what I bought him, but I do remember sitting down on the futon and seeing a long, narrow, gift wrapped box. About the size that, oh, say, a bracelet would come in. A fancy bracelet.
I started to get nervous.
I mean, gifts like that meant serious business.
I remember worrying that what I'd bought him was lame.
He sat down. "Open yours first," he said, handing me the box.
I tried not to rip the pretty paper to shreds. Inside was a long, narrow box. I tried not to squeal like a girl.
Inside? Well, it was the shiny new face plate for my new car stereo.
And that, my friends, explains very clearly the difference between men and women.


Tara@From Dawn Till Rusk said...

My husband (boyfriend at the time) once bought me a kettle for Valentines. And not in any kind of ironic or with a hidden jokey meaning way. He just knew I needed one and was being practical!

Have tagged you for a 6 quirky things about me thingy . . .

Anonymous said...

I can honestly say that my husband has never bought me anything like that - that I didn't ask for. He bought me a personalised number plate a couple of years ago but I have told him in no uncertain terms, never, ever to buy me something for the house/car as a present unless I ask for it. Other than that he can buy anything.

I can just imagine your face hitting the floor Colleen!

Suzie said...

But its still very sweet. My hubby awlays forgets the gift.

Happy2bme said...

I once got a pair of sneakers for Valentine's Day!! His heart was in it so who was I to make a fuss over it. I needed them anyways.

THopgood said...

Now THAT is funny!

Mama Zen said...

I, too, made the heinous face plate mistake once. You would have thought that I had slapped his mother or something!

Busymama Karen said...

That is funny! Couldn't he have waited until morning to give you the message? Seriously?

A Whole Lot of Nothing said...

Oh, bejeebs. Men. At least he can do car stuff.

Channah said...

LOL. Too funny.

For my first Mother's day ever, this year Hubby bought me a dutch oven.

Coincidentally, on Mother's day, he bought himself a brand new digital SLR camera with a spiffy lens.

Hubby is having a hard time living that one down.

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We are THAT Family said...

Oh, that is funny. Sounds like something my hubby might do!

wfbdoglover said...

ooh, THAT would explain why I got a police scanner for my birthday a couple of years ago...