Posing Questions - Which Of These Things Did The Husband Do On The Drive Home

Not a lot has changed since last week. The dog is still sick, but she did test positive on Saturday for a parasite. Which is both good and bad. Hopefully, that is her only current problem. Crossing my fingers that all her meds will start making her feel better really soon. Because this has been hell.

The hubby had a nice, soccer-filled weekend at home. It was great!

Seriously.

He was able to chill out on the couch with Mav and I got to do things like clean, cook, and do laundry. It was way better than it sounds. I definitely needed a break from watching her 24/7, and I needed to get some stuff done. I was even able to leave the house and run errands. Hallelujah!

I have continued to make fairly impressive meals. I roasted chipotle bbq turkey breasts and served those with fresh green beans and salad. Next, I made ranch sirloin burgers with spicy cheese and a side of fresh carrots and celery with ranch dip.

I also cooked up some spicy ground beef, onions, and tomatoes and stuck that over cumin rice for the hubby. I don't touch that nasty stuff. Sometimes I forget what I'm cooking and lick a spoon and then immediately regret it. At this point, I pour the spices in there so liberally that I think that I have to be overdoing it. I am always trying to get him to admit that the dish is just spicy enough for him. It never quite is, not even with half a can of red pepper flakes, a pile of cumin and cumin seed, a good dousing of cayenne pepper, dried jalapeno bits, and an entire jar of Mexican chipotle sauce. I stir it and simmer it for a couple hours on the stovetop and my eyes burn from the heat. That is the kind of spicy I am talking about that he just shrugs his ole shoulders at in some type of earnest "good try, Sweetie" kind of way.

Up next: shrimp alfredo. With Happy Wife-approved spices. AKA normal, not-spicy spices. Garlic, onions, a Happy Wife-original thrown-together sauce.

*Happy wife takes a bow humbly as if making meals isn't in the job description*

I think I will pose a question to the universe now.

What do you think my husband did that made me laugh very hard on the drive home Saturday from Mav's most recent vet visit?

A) Started driving to work instead of going home

B) Was so glued to the NPR story about the origins of words and which words are correct when (and which are correct never!) that I started miming shooting myself in the head, then hanging from a noose, and then sawing off my own limbs

C) SUDDEN, MASSIVE, EXTREME BRAKING TO AVOID HITTING A BUTTERFLY

Did you guess C? IT WAS C.

Wowza.

Fun fact: A and B have also happened. Just not this past weekend.

I was incredulous after Mav and I regained our footing/seating. "Did you... Did you seriously just slam on the brakes for THAT BUTTERFLY RIGHT THERE?"

"No? What?" Nervous laugh. Then, "I thought it was a bird."

"Seriously, Honey?" I gave him a suspicious look. It was not a butterfly that looked like a bird. It was one of those little measly light yellow ones. Very non-bird-like butterfly. Very butterfly-like butterfly.

Pause. "Okay. Maybe." Pause. "I'm really tired. I don't know why I did that."

Then, I said, "That... That may be the gayest thing you have ever done."

We laughed so hard. Because we're stupid and 12, I guess.

My husband, what will he do next? Sometimes, the level of adorable is off the charts. Oh, man, just when I don't think I can love him any more than I already do, he goes and pulls this kind of stunt.