Five Frickin' Years
pOK, so as many of you know, I've been married for 5 years, and for the most part those have been great years. We, Mr. O and I, have a Christmas card tradition where he writes the Christmas letter and I address the Christmas cards, to both my family and his, this is important. And here is our conversation from last night:
Me: "Didn't your Uncle Jerry move this year? Could you call your mom and get his new address?"
Mr. O: "did he move?"
Me: "Yes, that's how your dad twisted his knee, it was helping him move, remember?"
Mr. O: "Twisted his knee, if you say so..." Doesn't phone his mother
Me: Gets on the internet and looks up address in city where Uncle lives, finds no J. Lastname, finds a Gerald Lastname... "Is Uncle Jerry with a J, actually Uncle Gerry with a G? Is he really Gerald????" (the extra question marks equal extra angry)
Mr. O: I knew there was something I had to tell you...maybe this year I won't hear any bitching about spelling his name wrong...
Me: Getting up from chair, brandishing christmasy pens like a sword "Do you mean to tell me I've been sending all of our Christmas cards for the last FIVE years to Uncle Jerry with a J, when he's actually Uncle Gerry with a G? Are you frickin' kidding me, I'm going to kick your ass." proceeds to try and kick the ass of 6'1" husband with stumpy 5'3" frame.
Mr. O: Laughing uproariously as he pins my hands behind my back "No pens, that's how people get hurt."
END
So, long story short, I've been spelling my husband's uncle's name wrong for 5 years, on every card and letter and he didn't do anything to stop me. I'm going to kick his ass.
Me: "Didn't your Uncle Jerry move this year? Could you call your mom and get his new address?"
Mr. O: "did he move?"
Me: "Yes, that's how your dad twisted his knee, it was helping him move, remember?"
Mr. O: "Twisted his knee, if you say so..." Doesn't phone his mother
Me: Gets on the internet and looks up address in city where Uncle lives, finds no J. Lastname, finds a Gerald Lastname... "Is Uncle Jerry with a J, actually Uncle Gerry with a G? Is he really Gerald????" (the extra question marks equal extra angry)
Mr. O: I knew there was something I had to tell you...maybe this year I won't hear any bitching about spelling his name wrong...
Me: Getting up from chair, brandishing christmasy pens like a sword "Do you mean to tell me I've been sending all of our Christmas cards for the last FIVE years to Uncle Jerry with a J, when he's actually Uncle Gerry with a G? Are you frickin' kidding me, I'm going to kick your ass." proceeds to try and kick the ass of 6'1" husband with stumpy 5'3" frame.
Mr. O: Laughing uproariously as he pins my hands behind my back "No pens, that's how people get hurt."
END
So, long story short, I've been spelling my husband's uncle's name wrong for 5 years, on every card and letter and he didn't do anything to stop me. I'm going to kick his ass.