Excuse me Mrs. Lincoln, But I am Afraid That I Will Have to Ask You to Remain Seated Until the End of the Play.
Got this email from my husband today, with the subsequent blog post:
Babe! You’re killing me! I must be taking a crazy pill because I don’t remember the dinner going down that way. I mean, sure you described the menu well but I think your memory is a bit fuzzy on how it all came about.
Got this email from my husband today, with the subsequent blog post:
Babe! You’re killing me! I must be taking a crazy pill because I don’t remember the dinner going down that way. I mean, sure you described the menu well but I think your memory is a bit fuzzy on how it all came about.
Paige, you are absolutely right. Thanksgiving is all about tradition and I am a stickler for tradition. I think that we as Americans have forgotten what Thanksgiving is all about and that’s FOOTBALL. Now it’s true, my lovely wife did mention to me that since we were not having anyone over for the holiday, she did not feel like making an elaborate dinner; plus the fact that she would be on her feet for over 20 hours preparing dinner did not compute when it would just be me, her, and the kids. So I, being the gracious and loving husband that I am, said “Then don’t cook”. Now this phrase might appear to the non-military mind to be a simple, non-salient phrase. But to the more keen intellect, it was the start of a major coup that would further strengthen my legitimacy as the favorite parent. But before I could start engraving the plaque that was to go over my throne, I had to choose my next words carefully. My entire Kingness hinged on the next words out of my mouth. The words came to me as if Al Bundy himself was sitting next to me on my couch. “Let’s just have Man Food” Three little sets of ears perked up. Man Food?!? Did he say Man Food? And from there, the rest was easy. We woke in the morning and lounged around the house in our pajamas. We sat on our couch with one hand in the waistband of our pants and watched football (even Noe), knowing that there were not going to be any timers going off or pots needing cleaning, only to be dirtied again. We pondered the age old questions of "What exactly are Buffalo wings?" and "Why are they called pizza rolls if they have corners?" Anyway, Andrea can keep the points because I’m much bigger than that (note in her post how she had to keep playing until she scored higher than me) as long as you know that I was the puppet master behind the scene.
I know, ladies. I'm a very lucky woman.
16 comments:
Skip is just awesome! Nuff said! ;)
I still think it is unacceptable. Tradition haters. What, Andrea doesn't love her family enough to cook for 20 hours, eat for 6 minutes, and then do dishes for 2 days?
yeah. I've never done a thanksgiving by myself. My big contribution is mashed potatoes and apple pie. And this year I skipped the pie in favor of a nap.
This is hilarious. Your husband is as quick witted as his lovely bride!
Okay, if you are married to Al then we need to work on your hair. Can you say backcomb? Do you have a can of Aquanet? You will need a case. I think you could rock the red hair.
Next year, fry a turkey. It takes about 40 minutes and everyone gets to cheer in disgust over a dead bird getting fried up. Its very "manly", fun for kids, takes no time at all, and tradition has not been broken (only a little). Peg Bundy definately fried her turkey. TOUCH DOWN!
I'm glad to see a husband that is involved in his wife's blog- even if it is only to defend himself and assert his machisimo.
Quarterly, I force Dave to skim through the last 3 months of posts. Ha.
I think Skip needs his own blog. Funny man.
Sounds like you just started a new tradition. Keep it up and I'll be able to use your family as an excuse for adopting as our new family tradition.
Skip does need his own blog because this post was utterly fabulous in every way.
Who came with the title about Mrs. Lincoln staying seated until the end of the play? So funny.
Tradition? No Tradition? Whatever. I am glad that your family got to explore the true mysteries of life together as a family. I mean...why are they called pizza rolls if they have corners?
My world is rocked. I must have an answer.
I'm with Paige. MAN FOOD for Thanksgiving? I may have said nice things in your earlier post, but I was just trying to hide my disgust. Next year, you better be making that stuffing from scratch, sister.
Love and Marriage.
Love and Marriage.
Love and Marriage.
I thought I only said that once.
I love it. Skip totally needs his own blog. Or at least a weekly feature.
I'm so late to the party but I will still put in my 2 cents.
I love the non-traditional thanksgiving meal. Why not?
But I will say Thanksgiving football is pretty sad. I mean who really wants to watch the Lions? I suppose the game was semi-interesting because the Lions and the Browns (?- I can't remember what bad team it was they played) made a comical game between two stinky teams making themselves look better by playing a terrible opponent. I can't even remember the Dallas game.
Of course I watch football sans hand down my pants so perhaps that is the reason I fail to enjoy Thanksgiving football?
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