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dirty dozen

July 28, 2009 - Jennifer Brookens
"Just when I think I have you all figured out, you drop out of the sky with a dozen roses." - Marge Simpson

Today I know just how Marge felt in that Valentines Day episode of the Simpsons from years ago. I've sometimes joked that I feel like I've married the real-life Homer Simpson. My husband is no dullard by any means, but he does tend to exhibit some Homer-esque qualities. There could be chores to do, things that need fixing and kids jumping all over him, but he can still snore away the afternoon in his easy chair... if his cell phone doesn't ring.

Yes, it gets frustrating in a household where both parents have crazy schedules and two little ones to take care of. In these day-to-day hassles, I've ended up letting some of the other things slide. Like our wedding anniversary this past weekend. He remembered the date at least. I dropped the hint that roses were on sale at a local store, and he grumbled. So much for that idea, I thought to myself. The day ended up being a low-key cookout with the family, which I didn't really mind since our lives are hectic enough.

Then today as I tried to get ahold of my husband to discuss the rest of my day's schedule and kid-arrangements, he casually says, "Oh, I have something for you." Thinking its a possible news tip, or maybe a fast food coupon, I am floored when he brings up a dozen long-stemmed red roses. I had to ask, "Are you sure those are for me?"

"Of course," he said. "Who else have I been married to for a dozen years?" Stunned into silence, he then added, "Isn't it much more fun when it's a surprise?" A two-day late surprise, but more than I expected.

That's my Homer.


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