krystalhartley
08-23-2008, 04:38 PM
I don't know if it's common knowledge, but I took a tumble on the stairs a few weeks ago and injured my foot. I did get it fixed, but it's taking it's sweet time healing. Lots of swelling (although considerably less), and I can't walk a step without the stupid post-op shoe thingy. I can't drive...I can do barely more than sit on my fat butt with my foot up and on ice.
So...I haven't been able to do any of my annual back to school shopping that I love, and the kids start school on Monday. So, guess what my husband is doing at this moment?
The phone is ringing off the hook...
Michael: Are you sure he's a size 8? These are huge?
Me: Yes. I buy size 8...but with the adjustable waistband.
Michael: Okay [can hear him giving instructions to my son to try on]
***Call Waiting***
Me: Hold on...Avery is on the other line [my daughter--8th grader-- she is with him, but he sent her off to get socks]
Avery: Mom...what kind of socks do I get?
Me: You can pick out any kind that you like, but I think you should at least get a pack of white ankle socks to wear with your tennis shoes
Avery: wide angle socks?
Me: WHITE ANKLE socks...or any color really
Avery: I already picked out these [as if I can see them]
Me: Okay. Whatever. Your dad is on the other line.
[switch back to Michael]
Me: She had questions about socks
Michael: He can't button these jeans.
Me: Is it too stiff?
Michael: Yes
Me: Don't get them then. He needs to be able to button up after bathroom breaks.
Michael: Okay. Love you.
2 minutes later the phone rings again
Michael: What size shoe does he wear?
Me: I'm not really sure. He's been wearing flip flops all summer...start around size 12/1.
Michael: It's not for shoes. I'm trying to figure out the socks. There's a chart on the back...[reads chart]
Michael: That makes no sense...
Me: Get the medium, trying not to laugh, but being unsuccessful
Michael: shopping is not a man's sport
Me: [laughing even harder] I love you
Michael: I know you are going to scrapbook about this
Me: Actually...[I had already started this post and have been interrupted 10 times with the phone]...I'm writing about it now. But I have to pee, so stop making me laugh ['cause it's a real PITA to hobble to the toilet]
I love this man.
So...I haven't been able to do any of my annual back to school shopping that I love, and the kids start school on Monday. So, guess what my husband is doing at this moment?
The phone is ringing off the hook...
Michael: Are you sure he's a size 8? These are huge?
Me: Yes. I buy size 8...but with the adjustable waistband.
Michael: Okay [can hear him giving instructions to my son to try on]
***Call Waiting***
Me: Hold on...Avery is on the other line [my daughter--8th grader-- she is with him, but he sent her off to get socks]
Avery: Mom...what kind of socks do I get?
Me: You can pick out any kind that you like, but I think you should at least get a pack of white ankle socks to wear with your tennis shoes
Avery: wide angle socks?
Me: WHITE ANKLE socks...or any color really
Avery: I already picked out these [as if I can see them]
Me: Okay. Whatever. Your dad is on the other line.
[switch back to Michael]
Me: She had questions about socks
Michael: He can't button these jeans.
Me: Is it too stiff?
Michael: Yes
Me: Don't get them then. He needs to be able to button up after bathroom breaks.
Michael: Okay. Love you.
2 minutes later the phone rings again
Michael: What size shoe does he wear?
Me: I'm not really sure. He's been wearing flip flops all summer...start around size 12/1.
Michael: It's not for shoes. I'm trying to figure out the socks. There's a chart on the back...[reads chart]
Michael: That makes no sense...
Me: Get the medium, trying not to laugh, but being unsuccessful
Michael: shopping is not a man's sport
Me: [laughing even harder] I love you
Michael: I know you are going to scrapbook about this
Me: Actually...[I had already started this post and have been interrupted 10 times with the phone]...I'm writing about it now. But I have to pee, so stop making me laugh ['cause it's a real PITA to hobble to the toilet]
I love this man.