It’s November?
It’s not even Thanksgiving.
Not at this specific moment.
Mmmmmm Cadbury Eggs
Let me think about it.
I’ll call my parents.
When is Christmas this year?
Do we have plans for Thanksgiving?
When is Thanksgiving?
Oh that’s right. I’ll call my parents.
I’ll let you know.
Is this when they sell Cadbury Eggs?
Is this when we have that long dinner with Matzoh balls? Why are we always having that long dinner with Matzoh balls. Will you make extra Matzo balls?
Is it time to go? Let me take a quick shower.
Is it time to go? I’m in the bathroom.
Is it time to go? Where is my festive black knit ski cap I wear indoors and out for 6 months out of the year?
Happy Hanukkah! (Do we have anything for the boys?)
I’ll do it tomorrow
Will there be more mashed potatoes? Can you make a lot? Nobody wants anymore of these, do they?
I ordered fast shipping, so it should arrive on the 27th.
Happy New Year! It should be here tomorrow.
I’ll email my parents, but not at this specific moment.
Will you get me some Cadbury Eggs?
When’s New Years?
Hmmm, that sounds far too familiar.
perfect!!
Wow!!! That’s my husband AND son!! (Pay NO attention to the GIANT desk-size calendar on the refridgerator…..)
I’m so glad I can’t relate at all.
Ha! My husband has a knit cap that spends a lot of time on his head indoors. His reasoning? “It has a SPIDER on it!”
sheesh, I think we should just do that wife swap thing. Except instead of the two of us switching houses, we’d end up living together and they’d end up living together. Just for a little while. It would be a fascinating test–to see if they’d get annoyed with living with themselves.
My favorite, on this topic, is when Ryan asks 45 times in early Nov…what did we do for Thanksgiving last year? Do you remember? Then I answer. Then he asks the next day.
Wait, if his holidays are all about extra mashed potatoes, Matzo balls and Cadbury eggs, I’ll take his place.
OMG this is my life. Just YESTERDAY I said to my husband…
OMG it’s almost Christmas! He said, we should get a turkey this weekend.
Yeah.
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! Yes! (can you tell I’m new to all this and therefore freak out in sheer happiness when any other woman feels my pain!?!?)
LOVE!
A happy holiday is NOT waiting to get buzzed in to the FedEx compound on Dec. 24 because the “fast shipping” you ordered was not fast enough. This has happened to me.
GLOSSING OVER IT
My favorite: “What did we get my folks?”
I don’t know why I’m surprised to learn that my husband isn’t the only one who wears his fashionable knit hat indoors 6 months of the year. Sometimes his poofy vest, too, which is a bit over the top if I do say so myself.
My favorite from this entire stream is — When is Christmas this year?
Perfection.
I scored a 18/24. Does this mean I’m the husband in my relationship? Does this mean I need to try harder at something. Man!
Oh thank goodness I’m not alone. I suggested yesterday we skip Thanksgiving and go straight to putting the tree up. Good luck with all that!
Obviously all our husbands get together and plan to say the same things that drive us up the fucking wall.
I am so not in the mood for the holidays this year, especially the Hanukkah that has decided to come a week after TG. My mother better not even think of staying here for a whole week.
Damn, I better get a turkey.
Add to this “How old am I turning this year?” and you have my husband.
Nailed it. Clearly it’s a conspiracy against us.
This is why God invented women. To be a reference guide for the infirm.
I have the black hat thing over here, too. It makes me feel like I’m sleeping with an incompetent cat burglar.
Aaaaah! You got this one. We are doing the Thanksgiving plans dance right now. UGh.
Oh, yes, and yes.
All that and “Where are we spending Xmas this year?”
You know, because EVERYTHING is always up to me, always.
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
So poetic. An ode to utter confusion. What pisses me off is when the holidays are left up to me and then he complains about it. But I think you’ve got a whole line of products on your hands here, Ann: the Husband Desk Calendar (with each line of this post in each of the days), the Husband’s Guide To Hanukkah, the Husband’s Last-Minute Road Map To the Holiday Spirit After Checking With His Parents, etc.
Hilarious.
Ugh. We have the giant calendar ignored by my man too. Seriously – how did he graduate from any school? What he do with himself in between living with his parents and living with me? I am usually shocked at what he doesn;t know or remember. And this year it’s bad. Hubs is Jewish and Hanukkah is Dec 1st so we now have literally something to remember every day from Thanksgiving through the New Year. I’m going to need a stiff drink to stifle my snarky comments. Because…you guessed it…he thinks I am over reacting.
Thanks for letting me laugh about it Ann!
This post is like the roadmap to my life.
Especially the mashed potato part.