Freudian slip?
Last weekend when we were planning the family sled day, Brad went out and bought us both a pair of snow pants. He’s a sweet man and underestimated the size of my birthing hips and bought me a size too small. We were simply going to exchange them for a larger size the next day before sledding, but since it was too blasted cold and the whole thing was called off, they sat in the bag all week.
Finally yesterday we decided to just return them. They cost $60, which is about four times as much as I’m willing to pay for something I’ll only wear once or twice. Had we actually gone sledding, I probably would’ve bit the bullet. And even if we hadn’t gone sledding, but they fit me right, I would have been too lazy to return them. Since neither happened, I decided there were better things to spend my sixty bucks on. All that is to get to the point where I can tell you about the conversation that took place just after we had returned the pants. It went like this:
S: Damn, I really liked those snow pants.
B: Yeah, if only they weren’t so expensive.
S: And if I wasn’t so fat.
B: Yeah, that too.
(Lest you should think he’s an insensitive man, I’ll explain that he only meant he wished he had bought the right size. But sometimes things are funnier when you say them wrong.)
January 27th, 2008 at 12:52 pm
Now you get the supreme pleasure of reallocating the $60. Perhaps a moisturizing facial to offset the parched skin?
January 28th, 2008 at 11:13 am
Hahaha! That sounds like a typical exchange with me and the mr.
January 29th, 2008 at 10:08 am
I would have worked that slip-up for all it was worth, some pouting, some false shock, then I would have gotten a free foot rub and a delicious batch of blueberry muffins. You are a far, far better woman then me.
Glad to have you back!
January 29th, 2008 at 10:15 am
Hi! Pardon my intrusion. I’ve been a lurker on your site for a while now…through Brad who I met years ago.
I HAD to comment on this entry, though. I read the exchange and I actually flinched as if I was somehow going to get smacked for what he had said.
We men are silly beings.
January 29th, 2008 at 12:02 pm
I seriously meant that “Oh yeah, and the fact that the pants don’t fit too.”
It is much funnier the other way, but I don’t want anyone getting the wrong impression (not that anyone has.)