UPS is stealing my funny. Well… I mean they’re employing my funny. Last week my hubby began a part time position with the company. While Brian’s landscaping business begins to slow down this time of year, UPS is getting into gear for the holidays. They’ve got him on a 3AM-8AM shift.
Suffice it to say, the house has been quieter. When I come home from work, many nights he’s already fast asleep; and when I wake up in the morning, Brian hasn’t quite come home yet. While those hours give me more time to focus on my daily Square Piece, they give me less time with my hubby. I can already see that absence does in fact make the heart grow fonder. The plus side is that when we’re both home, we really prioritize our quality time. The minus side is that Brian is a walking sitcom… and now I’m missing my show.
In spite of that, we had a wonderful conversation last night. Has anyone ever said something to you that’s clearly insulting, but they mean it in the most complimentary way? (For instance, “I love your laugh. It sounds like a drowning goose.”) Such was our evening. It began with a brief discussion about a bossy woman.
Me, being defensive, “Yeah, but I’m bossy.”
Brian, “You’re not bossy.”
Me, “I’m not?”
Brian, attempting to show me that I’m so much better than bossy, “No, you’re not bossy… You’re just whiny.”
Brian, “Yeah, it’s cute.”
Me, “Whiny?” Then attempting to clarify the lesser evil, “Are you sure you don’t mean needy?”
Brian, “Both. Whiny and needy.”
Me, “Whiny and needy!? How can you stand it!? I couldn’t stand to be married to someone like me!”
Brian, “I like it. It makes me feel important. It makes me feel needed.”
Awww… I get it. He’s so the puzzle piece to my square piece.
Whiny… Needy… I don’t care what he calls it. As long as he does it my way.