So This One Time...

It is the dream of every wife, not to mention every woman, to have her husband, boyfriend, lover, friend, etc listen to her. I mean really listen to her. No distractions, no I'm-phrasing-my-next-comment, no drone-like head nodding. Just listening.

Well, I got my wish, but it's started to really bite me in the ass. I've had a few encounters in the past week which almost make me wish my husband didn't really listen. For instance, the other day we somehow got on the topic of Spanish class, when I started sharing a clever and funny anecdote. "So this one time in 12th grade Spanish...," I began.

"You held random parties where you made toast in class and yelled 'Ole!' when it popped up?" my adorable husband asked?

"No," I replied. "Actually I was going to say that this one time in Spanish class..."

"You were named Xicotencatl by your teacher which is the name of an ancient Aztec princess?" he asked.

"Actually, no," I said. "Have I already told you these stories?"

"Well, yes," he said.

"How about the one where we all started humming..."

"Da da da dum," my husband finished, humming The Price is Right theme song.

"Okay, what about when my effeminate teacher asked us to conjugate the Spanish verb 'juzgar'..."

"And it turned out to sound like 'who's gay'?" he said ever so sweetly.

"Wow," was all I could muster.

So my husband of 2 years and almost 3 months knows all my stories about high school Spanish. That's at the same time amazing and humbling. He later went on to reveal that he's politely listened to some of these charming tales 2, 3, maybe even 4 or 5 times. Isn't there some sort of award for things like that? I guess the moral of the story is this: I have the most amazing husband in the whole entire world AND I really, really, really need to get some more stories.