So I posted about being a Naive Flasher a few days ago, right?
The thing is that I had bought blinds for the bathroom a few weeks ago, but needed Mark to put them up. Not so much because I couldn’t figure it out, but more because if sexism exists I might as well use it to my advantage.
Well, I told Mark I wanted him to put the blinds up during the weekend. I only asked once, though. Not so much because I’m above nagging, more because I didn’t think anyone could see me (remember, I thought that if I can’t see you, you can’t see me. Wrong. Very wrong.)
I get home from work the next day, Mark leaves for karate class, and I head into the bathroom…
“Oh my goodness! I have married the most awesome person on earth,” I squeal to Omi.
“Your step-dad is awesome! He is not just the best husband ever, he is the best human ever!”
I went on and on to Omi about how great Mark is. I was so excited that I was talking to a cat. Why, you ask?
Because he put the blinds up in the bathroom!
And completely surprised me with it. I love surprises. So much. You could lie and tell me that you don’t have gum when I ask for a piece, then “surprise” me with by pulling out a piece of gum you already had but told me you didn’t, and I’d be gushing about it. I’d probably even blog about it.
Needless to say, when Mark got home I rushed to the door to thank him for not just putting the blinds up but for surprising me with the blinds. You’d think he’d returned from war or something. I was ecstatic.
And then I asked if he had read my blog, if that’s why he did it, because I swear to goodness it wasn’t a passive aggressive way to get him to do what I wanted, and he said, “You blogged about the bathroom blinds?”
“Yeah, that people can see me naked. And our neighbors don’t like it.”
And he said, “Well, now I feel bad. Everyone knows I didn’t put blinds up.”
And he shouldn’t feel bad. Because he is awesome. The most awesome person. Ever.
I also need to point out that this is the second time I have told my blog something, and then it came true in real life. Be on the lookout for posts about really rich (but mean, so I don’t feel bad about what I say next) relatives dying and giving me all their money, a thriving private practice, and a butt you can flip nickels on… or whatever the saying is. If there is a saying.
There is a saying like that, right?