And he didn’t even read my blog…

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?

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2 thoughts on “And he didn’t even read my blog…

  1. Secret Agent, CT says:

    Marie – All I have to say is that I love you and I love your blog. 🙂 It’s such a highlight of my day. I randomly remember sometime during the day that you have a blog and I haven’t read it. So then, I pull it up and read! If you haven’t blogged yet that day, I get a little bummed. However, when you have blogged, it’s like I’ve won the lottery! 🙂

    PS. Did you or “tubby” win the race?

  2. mckinneyoatescereal says:

    CT, you are so sweet 😀 And unfortunately, Tubby won. By a lot. He was still running when I left. Crazy, huh?

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