My dear, dear husband. Sometimes he says the funniest things. And what makes them funny is the fact that he isn't trying to be funny. He is being totally serious.
Last night over a very nutritious dinner of pizza and hot wings, we were discussing our Thanksgiving plans. Here is a little insight into the Cortes household.
Me: Well, you know I am a flexible person but the one thing I absolutely refuse to bend on is our Thanksgiving plans. We have to be at Mom's on Thursday.
In my entire thirty-five years of life, I have spent exactly two---count 'em, two--Thanksgivings away from my mom. And they were horrible and I was sad just like a big fat baby. Hence the inflexibility of my holiday plans.
Michael: Well, I don't have to be there.
Me: [incredulously] Um, excuse me? And where would you go?
Michael: Where do you think I'd go?
Me: [rolling eyes] Yeh, I guess you could go to your mom's house. But all these people (pointing to the chil'rens), they're going with me. Your mom doesn't even celebrate Thanksgiving! She works.
Michael: Sigh. Now honey, you know my mom. I am her oldest. Her oldest and her youngest are the most special to her. I have a different relationship with my mom than my sister and my brothers do. I am kind of like the wind beneath her wings.
Me: [mouth hanging open] Um. Okaaaay.
And he said this with a totally straight face. I love him so.
