This is Wayne, my husband.
No, he’s not incognito. He just likes to make me laugh.
Up until today, I thought he was partial to my joy and laughter, but turns out he isn’t really picky as to whose laughing at him. When he put that plastic nose and moustache on, I threatened, “I’m going to take a picture of you like that and put it in my blog.”
He promptly handed me the camera.
Turns out that Wayne feels like a bit of a celebrity now that he’s been featured in my blog on a few occasions.
The other day while emptying the dishwasher, he dropped a crystal wine glass. As the glass shattered on the floor, Wayne launched himself backwards and landed on his ass.
Shaking my head, I said to him, “Why did you fling yourself on the floor like that. It’s a wine glass, not a grenade.”
His reply, “Do you want me to recreate the fall so you can take a picture of me and put it in your blog?”
I thought he was kidding.
Turns out, he wasn’t.
This evening as we were driving to Home Depot, he looked down at his feet, “Shit, I’m still wearing my slippers.”
He looks down at his feet a couple more times, and says, “Probably nobody will notice. They’ll think I’m wearing short Uggs.”
I reply, “Yup, I’m sure that’s what they’ll think.”
He then says, “Too bad you didn’t bring your camera. You could have taken a picture and blogged about it.”
Rolling my eyes, I reply, “Yes Sweetheart. I have nothing better to blog about! That’s exactly the kind of shit I write about: Your footwear.”
Well, I can tell him whatever I want, he doesn’t actually read the blog.