Time for another edition of Reasons My Husband Drives Me Crazy! Every once in awhile, I worry that A) I’ll hurt my husband’s feelings by writing about his (ridiculously annoying) creative way of doing things or B) I’ll bitch about him so much that he’ll stop giving me things to write about. Those thoughts only last a second because of two key truths about my husband: he (not so) secretly LOVES when I write about him(can you say attention whore) AND even more importantly he is no doubt, by far the weirdest individual I have ever met. I used to try to figure out how the way he does things makes sense to him, but it makes my brain hurt so I stopped. Some people blog about fashion, some people blog about crafts….I blog about the oh so endearing way my husband goes about his daily life.
Reason #9 My Husband Drives Me Crazy: Starbucks Would NEVER Hire Him
In an effort to save money, my husband and I decided to ditch our habit of buying coffee from Starbucks/Dunkin Donuts/Coffee Plantation, etc. This is awesome because we are saving money and because I wake up almost every morning with a freshly brewed pot of coffee. The only thing that stands in the way of me and my money-saving-at-home-coffee- bliss is…..survey says…MY HUSBAND. Not, once, not twice, but EVERY SINGLE TIME my husband makes coffee I am left with coffee grind covered counter with empty sugar packets and usually few drops of milk. Every.Single .Day.
Reason #10 My Husband Drives Me Crazy: His RiDICulous Nicknames For Our Dogs
Buddy, Pooch, Pup, Mr. Fluffy….these are some normal nicknames for dogs. Is my husband normal? No. My husband is not the type that will ever call our dogs by saying “Come here, Boy” and then clap his hands. Referring to our dogs, like everything else this man does, is done in his own unique way. He calls them…”Dickos”. As in “Time to go out, Dickos” or “Here Dickos, do you want some food?”. At first, this only mildly annoyed me and I just became immune to the fact that he was calling our dogs “Dickos”. Recently my annoyance went from mild to supreme when I realized that my daughter was picking up on this nickname. One evening while were were eating dinner, the dogs started barking outside. Usually, when my daughter hears the dogs bark she’ll look point, look outside and say “dog”, on this particular evening, she pointed looked outside and said “dick”. Now, no matter how hard I try to break her of this, every time my dogs are in the room or see a dog on tv, she points and says “dick”. I will be the only parent whose preschooler sings “How much is that dicko in the window?”.