Sometimes being married is just plain funny. Especially when you married your best friend, whom you fell in love with largely because he made you laugh. Doubly so, when he fell in love with you for the same reason. This is a tribute to the man I love, and the things that I do that completely annoy and irritate him, and will probably continue to, "for as long as we both shall live".
The first thing that I do that drives Jayme crazy is blog about him. It seems fitting that I should put that one first. I have only done it a couple of times, out of respect for him, but each time he says, "Hey, don't put me in your blog". My response is always a sincere, "Ok, yeah, I forgot how you are about that". So let this be my preemptive apology, "Sorry Jayme, I, um...forgot."
My texting drives Jayme insane. Even though we have unlimited texting he checks and tells me how much I text each month. I think he's cute because he seems to actually care. Why does he care? It's free! I will never know, and he will never be able to explain it to me. He dislikes all of my texting, but especially my tests to him. Our last text conversation went like this.
ME: Hi honey!
Jayme: What?
Me: What time did Trev wake up from his nap
Jayme: 4
Me: Whatcha doing?
Jayme: stop texting
Me: what do you want for dinner?
Jayme: now
Me: ok, I was just wondering what you wanted for dinner
Jayme:
Me: ok bye
Jayme:
I love texting. I texted 2500 times last month. I know that because Jayme tells me when he is scouring over our monthly usages. Hmm, oh well, just have to keep texting everyone else. His loss. My texts are awesome. :o)
I think the only thing he hates worse than my texting him when we are apart is my texting him from another room in the house. Things like, "Will you let the dog out before you come to bed? Can you turn the TV down? Do you want to come watch NCIS with me in here? His response is always the same, he shouts, "Don't text me when we are in the same house!" Well that just defeated my purpose of quiet communication without any walking involved. It also greatly increases the chances that the kids may hear us talking and wake up. Even so, it always makes me giggle. I assume he is enjoying this little dance too.
Jayme is irritated by my facebook usage. He always harasses me about running to put something on facebook. I didn't know this for the first while that I was posting things, but not too long ago I came home from the grocery store and told him that they were out of the protein bars that he likes, and he said, "oh, better run and put that on facebook." I am not the sharpest shooter in the army, but even I could sense his subtle dislike of my status updating. I had no idea! I knew he didn't like to be included. The rules are no photos of him on facebook, and no posts about him. Occasionally I have to break the rules though, or people will think I am married to George Glass, which you will understand if you watched way too much Brady Bunch like I did. If you didn't, Google it so you will know.
Jayme is annoyed when I call him for directions to places that I "should" know how to get to. "We have lived here for eleven years, why do you still not know how to get to the turnpike?" So, good news, my new smart phone has GPS navigation. Yesterday I had to get to my hair dresser from work, and I didn't have to call him. Major victory for the independent wife!! I just typed it in to my phone. Of course, later, when I brought up that my google maps directed me to the Orlando Sentinal instead of my hairdresser he went on for at least ten minutes about how I should not have to google maps the way to my hairdresser from work. "Don't be sad", I told him. "I would have rather called you. Google maps doesn't know this town any better than I do". I could see him smiling through his annoyance. Well good, at least we are still having fun.
I think that is what makes me the happiest. We ARE still having fun. Sometimes we argue and bicker for real, but mostly, we do what people who are majorly, seriously, completely, truly in love do. We find little ridiculous things to get "annoyed" by because if we didn't it would just be too perfect. So I keep up my end of the deal and embarrass him by telling my friends how cute he is when he is standing right there, and he does his part and tells me I could tell more people if I just put it on facebook. And then we smile. And we probably will... for as long as we both shall live.
My best friend once, my best friend still. I love you now, and I always will.
