Dear Hubby: I Am NOT Changing Your Depends
Friday, May 14, 2010

You know the twitter feed called "Sh*t My Dad Says"?

If you aren't aware of it, check it out because it is brilliantly hilarious. 

Oh, and by the way, that dude who just started tweeting his dad's witticisms for the hell of it, that dude recently published a book with the same title and now there's an upcoming TV series in the works starring William Freakin' Shatner. 

I might have to rethink my stance on staying out of the Twitter world. 

Anyway, I'm thinking of renaming my blog, "Sh*t My Hubby Does And I Am Not Making This Sh*t Up" because lately I feel like I've just got a bucketload of stories to tell you about him. 

So, here's another tale. 

I think my husband is aging prematurely. 

I do. 

And it has nothing to do with the fact that he now wears loud, tropical shirts, all untucked and billowy like a retiree with nothing on his mind but shuffleboard. 

No, if anything his physical appearance is going the other way down the age scales. 

I am proud to say my hubby has lost a significant amount of weight this year. Like 30 somethin' pounds of significant. 

I met My Hubby in college. 

He was sinewy with ropey cords of muscle lying directly underneath his skin. And that skin was the color of summer, bronzed to a burnished shade of gold, made so from spending his summer renting out sailboats on the beach. 

I thought this beach boy, who kept finding a seat right next to me in class even though he stumbled in late every time, was super cute. 

He was mine, from our first date on.

My brother got married just a few months into our courtship. And that beach boy of mine didn't own a suit. 

We searched far and wide, hunting through every mall we could find, looking for a suit that would fit him. 

It turned out to be a wild goose chase. 

He was too skinny for even the smallest of man's sizes. 

The eve of the wedding, he still didn't have a suit and I was panicked. I could see him showing up in his OP corduroy shorts and flip-flops. (Don't laugh. It was the style, man.)

He reassured me he'd pull through, saying, "Trust me. I'll find a suit."

I should have known then, that this man would spend a lifetime pulling rabbits out of hats for me. 

As we were all leaving for the church from my parents' house, he still hadn't shown up. I was nervous, unable to get a hold of him (it was the dark ages, before *gasp* cell phones), I figured he'd bagged out on the wedding and on me. 

And just as my eyes were misting over with tears as I reluctantly climbed into my parents' waiting car, he zoomed up and he had on the most gorgeous suit I'd ever seen. It fit his skinny body like it had been custom tailored for him. 

We all oohed and ahhed and I shook my head in wonder and said, "But, we looked everywhere?"

And he smiled, so handsome in his beautiful suit and said, "We didn't look in the rental shops!"

For 40 bucks, he looked like this. And that included the shoes. 

So, anyway, along the way my Hubby has indulged in life. He loves good food, good wine and the pounds just crept up.

About a year ago, without saying a word to me, he decided to lose the weight and he did. It just melted away like butter in the broiling sun. 

Which is so not fair. 

I ask him all the time for the secret to his weight loss and he just shrugs and says, "I'm more careful with what I eat."

No, I'M careful with what I eat!

When we go out to dinner, I'm the one ordering the fish, not because I love fish but because of the stupid omega 3's and other crap, and I substitute the pasta for veggies and I order the stinkin' vinaigrette on my salad, while he's over there ordering his pasta with butter, olive oil, garlic and cheese and "make that steak medium rare, give it to me with the blue cheese crust and give me both blue cheese and Caesar dressing on the side for my salad."

And of course, no dinner out is complete without a trip to the Coldstone Creamery. He claims he does it for the kids, because in his words, "They're kids and kids need ice cream to grow. It's a proven fact." But, I've yet to see him pass up a round of ice cream. AND he insists that they all order the Gotta Have It size which is the jumbo size, because in his words again, "If you're gonna eat ice cream, you gotta go big."

So, my Hubby and kids stuff their faces with birthday cake ice cream and hot fudge and smashed up butterfingers and cookie dough and I gain inches on my thighs, just watching them. 

It's not fair. The only eating habit he's probably modified is skipping the cheese on his Big Mac and waa-laa, the lb's sprout wings and fly away.

I hate that about men. 

But, we were talking about something else, weren't we?

Huh, I never know how I get here. It's like I just wake up in a different place from where I started. 

Oh right, we were talking prematurely aging. So, here's the story:

The other night we were at the mall and we strolled by a jewelry store offering free jewelry cleaning. 

My Hubby stopped dead in his tracks. 

If it's free, he's got to get him some, no matter what it is. 

He's a sucker for those kiosks and the pushy folks who want to squirt perfumes on you, rub hand cream into your thirsty skin, braid your hair, anything. If it's free, he's in. 

There was a lovely, young lady working the sonic jewelry cleaner right inside the store and he handed her his wedding ring and my rings which actually did need a good cleaning. And as we were waiting for the cleaner to perform its magic, my hubby did his usual bit and started up a conversation with this girl. 

I was only half listening, since it was the day before Mother's Day and I was making a big show of admiring all the glistening jewelry in the windows. 

My Hubby was doing a great job ignoring me. 

I heard the girl ask my hubby what he did for a living. 

He told her he had an insurance company. 

She was suddenly very interested, which I didn't understand, because here's a little secret Internet: talk of insurance is a snoozefest just waiting to happen.

He expounded, telling her he provides various benefit programs to corporations. 

And as he was filling her in on the boooorrrrriiiinnng, she suddenly said under her breath, "Are you hiring?"

And in the middle of this jewelry store with a horde of people and jewelry associates everywhere, my hubby yelled, "AM I HIRING? WELL, I'M ALWAYS LOOKING FOR GOOD SALESPEOPLE! YOU INTERESTED?"

I whirled around and glared at him as the poor jewelry girl glanced around furtively, checking to see, I'm sure, who was coming her way to fire her. 

Later, when I explained to him, how he was wrong, AGAIN, (I have this talk with him pretty much every day), and how his yelling wasn't the most kosher thing to do in the situation, he laughed  hilariously, slapping his knee at the humor? of the situation and then said, "Wow, I was yelling?"

My grandpa yelled all the time and he always insisted, (shouting it), that he wasn't doing anything of the sort. 

After the mall, we went out to dinner. We ventured into one of our usual haunts, the place we go most often when I'm not cooking. 

They know us well there. 

The restaurant was jam-packed, like I'd never seen it before. The hostess told the couple in front of us it was a 2 hour wait. We were about to turn around and head out the door, when the hostess spotted us and called us over.

We stepped up to the hostess stand and she murmured that if we would just discreetly glide into the bar, she would have us seated immediately, since our weekly visits there most likely paid their electric bill. 

And yes, he did. 

My Hubby pointed at the bar and said, "OH, SO YOU WANT US TO GO WAIT IN THERE AND YOU'LL SEAT US NOW?"

I ducked my head and scurried into the bar, trying to ignore the crowd of glaring folks with rumbling stomachs. 

He's never really mastered discretion and THAT is definitely a post for another day. 

Our waiter was attentive from the minute we sat down even though, we could tell he was swamped. When I inquired about the packed crowds, he listed as he mopped the sweat from his brow: the night before Mother's Day, (always a busy night), prom night and two of the local college's graduations. 

It was crazy busy and the staff was practically running trying to keep up with the overflowing crowds. 

I commented on the crowds to My Hubby as we sat there, but he could only manage a grunt since he was busy surfing the net on his phone. 

Which is a huge pet peeve of mine. 

It's like pulling out your laptop while having dinner with someone and completely ignoring them while you troll the internet for celebrity gossip or in his case, financial crap or Mac news or Big Green Egg chat forums. Sadly, I'm serious. 

And as I was perusing the menu, he looked over at me with those goober glasses he has to wear for reading. 

Which, a quick tip, here. There will come a time in everyone's life when you have to wear glasses to read. Do NOT put on those magnifying glasses until you absolutely have to. Trust me on this. My eye doctor informed me, the quicker you put them on, the faster your eyes will weaken. I still don't have to wear them, even though every once and awhile I do have to squint. 

But, my Hubby slapped a pair of those drugstore specs on, the second the words on the menu got a little blurry. He now has to wear the super-duper magnified ones. Don't you just love my technical terms?

And he buys them by the dozen because he loses them by the dozen. 

Before I interceded, he was picking these magnified glasses up, at I don't know, "Ugly Is Us" because these babies were horrible. I mean, he put them on and I couldn't even look at him because his eyes were enormous googly fish eyes and the frames were always bent and askew on his face and quite honestly, it made me feel like I'd married an inbred who'd been locked up in his parents' basement all his life. It was that bad. 

I insisted he had to buy more stylish frames and now he has some Euro specs that look quite dashing on him. But, he still keeps the awful ones around just in case he forgets his good pair. 

He forgot on this night. 

And so, he had on those awful Deliverance glasses and he looked up at me and said, excitedly, "I've found a gun for sale, the gun that ended World War I!"

In my lifetime with this man, I've learned to just nod my head and say, "That's great, Hon."

Because if I don't? I'll get to hear all about The. Gun. That. Ended. World. War. I. 

And I'd rather talk about shoes. 

So, he was lost in his historic gun world and I was deciding between the stupid, stupid fish or perhaps some delicious broiled chicken, when the waiter came over, practically heaving he was so out of breath, and asked if we'd decided. 

My Hubby, who was scrolling through his phone, said in this lazy, slow drawl, "Have weeeee deeeciiiideeed? Hmmmmm." 

And the waiter was staring at him expectantly as the table next to us was trying to get the server's attention and I was looking at him because I, indeed had decided and it was going to be stupid fish again and he looked up at the waiter with his Squeal Like A Pig glasses and said, "I haven't decided, but would you like to see the gun that ended World War I?"

And I jumped all over his ass and said, "No, he doesn't want to see the gun that added World War I? He wants to take your order. Do you know what you want. Do you? Do you? Because this man is busy!"

And he looked at me so goober-like in those glasses and said, "I have no idea what I want." 

This is the stuff I speak of. 

Grandpas talk way too loudly in the wrong situations. Grandpas are for the most part, in a constant state of oblivion. I mean, have you driven behind an old man at any point? Then, you know what I speak of. Grandpas talk to strangers about crap no one cares about. Grandpas wear magnified glasses lopsided on their face. Grandpas blabber to folks, taking up all the person's time with their talk of inane drivel. Grandpas do not understand the art of discretion. Grandpas like to talk about the gun that ended World War I. 

I wedded a cute, hip beach boy. 

I am now married to an inbred Grandpa in a billowy tropical shirt. 

When did we take this turn?

Today's Definite Download: The Corr's, "So Young." The Corrs are a cute, little pop group from Ireland made up of all sisters and one brother and let me tell you, these ladies are beyootiful. And I'm super jealous because they had a VH-1 special one time and I was just sitting there enjoying it, listening to their kickey, little tunes when, suddenly out of nowhere without any fanfare, Bono walked onto the stage. And of course, just like anytime Bono's around, my world was instantly filled with the light of sunshine and rainbows. And Bono sang a couple of songs with them and at the end of the last song, he took the lead girl singer's hand and started dancing with her! Another day. Another girl to dance with.

It is everywhere I look, this taunting display of dancing with everyone in the world, BUT me. I think he even danced with Senator Jesse Helms one time, when Jesse Helms was still living. (Because that would be the ultimate, if Bono was dancing with dead people over dancing with me.)  And that really made me mad, because I would like to know if Senator Helms could recite even one line to any U2 song. I bet he could not. And yet, HE got a dance.

So, anyhoo, this one's for My Hubby, a plea to stay here with me in the land of still cool, still happenin', still shakin' it, instead of this old man world he is descending into.  I am deathly afraid he's going to walk in the door in those wrap around your head sunglasses. 

So Young

We are taking it easy
Bright and breezy
We are living it up
Just fine and dandy

We are chasing the moon
Just running wild and free
We are following through
Every dream and every need

And it really doesn't matter that we don't eat
And it really doesn't matter that we don't sleep
It really doesn't matter, it really doesn't matter at all

Cause we were so young then
We are so young, so young now
And when tomorrow comes 
We'll just do it all again

We are so young. 


Ally said...

You know Sh*t My Dad Says is also a FB page right? I don't follow them on Twitter, I didn't think to! Many of the 20something bloggers do "Sh*t My Boyfriend Says" :)

PS One more follower and you hit 200!

♥Jennette♥ said...

Hello I am following from follow friday and wanted to say hello! Stop by and follow me if you like:)

Noelle said...

Oh Joann...I just laugh and laugh...but you already know that.

I did have to change grandpa's...may it never ever ever come to that!!!

joeandbridge said...

Good Afternoon! Happy FF!
Have a Great Weekend!

Bridgette Groschen
Groschen Goblins

ProudSister said...

Hilarious! I'm sure he's even more mortifying to your teenage daughters. Love that guy!

ProudSister said...

Hilarious! I'm sure he's even more mortifying to your teenage daughters. Love that guy!

alicia said...

Oh my gosh, that story was hilarious. And, sadly so true. Good thing we love these guys, right?

I just joined twitter: projectalicia.

Gonna have to check out the above mentioned.

Carrie said...

I guess this means I put you "over 200 followers"... ha! ;) Over from Friday Follow... nice to meetcha!

Kelly said...

Husbands, you just can't take them out in public any longer.

I do have to thank my lucky stars that not only is TheManTheMyth NOT computer literate, he barely knows how to operate his phone beyond the make and take calls part so I never have to worry about him ignoring me while he's surfing the web at dinner.

When I was a teenager, our family was known as the Loud Family because we had to shout and yell to be heard over the other yelling and shouting. Oh, and lots of gesturing accompanied the yelling and shouting. I have no idea how I learned tact and diplomacy and acquired an "Indoor Voice."

Cheeseboy said...

Well, all men are not like that. I have been trying to lose this same 10 pounds for 10 years now. I can't even lose a pound a year!

Also - your Coldstone comment reminded me of this bit from one of my favorite stand up comedians, Aziz. (He is on Parks & Rec.)

If you are offended by swearing, don't watch it, but if you are not, you HAVE to watch it, especially if you frequent Coldstone.

Wendy @RunningonMTT said...

Following your from FF although oddly enough we have a few bloggy friends in common and I've seen you posting comments on my good friend's blogs recently!

I am your newest follower and hoping you will return the favor!

And totally LOL at your latest post!

Shelley said...

The gun that ended WWI. I like the way that rhymes. I think I have to go change my pants now. Oh, my husband wouldn't be looking for that gun, but if there was a History Channel special about it, he'd be glued. Joann, you make me LOL. (June told me to say that.)

Mrs. Ohtobe said...

Inbred grandpa: *snort laffin'*

Lisa said...

OK, I truly did LOL (reference to Bye Bye Pie) with this post. I swear, you described my hubby! Well, actually, not the part about surfing the web. Tim doesn't DO technology. Doesn't text. barely does email.

But everything else? Oh my goodness. The cheap-o reading glasses? Bought by the dozen at Costco. And STILL can never find a pair. (And I don't need them yet, either) And I especially loved the description of his "billowy" shirts. Tim does that too - but not Hawaiian prints, he just does (and this is HIS description, not mine) "billowy, white shirts" because this is Florida, and it is hot. Also? the yelling? Drives. Me. Crazy.

Loved it!

Chubskulit Rose said...

Following from Friday Follow, would be glad if you come and visit. See you..

jenna said...

Here from FF! I'm your newest follower. I'd love it if you could come visit/follow me at

Have a great day!

Alexandra said...

Oh, then I have no hope here...cuz my husband was NOWHERE near the stud yours was at the beginning.

That's alright: he keeps us fed ...and clothed...

Unknown said...

that guy was one of the first I followed and he is hilarious... as is your hubby.. My mom does the same thing and it drives me BATTY

LisaPie said...

It is completely unfair the way men can lose weight by just thinking about it. I on the other hand, have work and work to just stay the same, much less lose!

Dastardly dogs.

SurferWife said...

Oh God. You're scaring me. Our husbands are a lot alike and this is what I have to look forward to.

Keep him young and hip for crying out loud.

He was a knock out in that picture.

Natalie said...

Husbands are a pain in the arse and a source of entertainment for blogging! My husband also just is more careful about what he eats and the weight disappears...what is that all about???

pieters said...

Oh my gosh I laughed and laughed today reading your post. I even hit my husbands leg a few times because thawt right here girlfriend was funny. I will say that you married a hottie. And if you don't know how to fix that photo in Photoshop you can send it my way. Anywho. I've taken to wearing mono vision contacts. So the most awesomeness best thing. One eye for distance and one eye for reading. Your brain figures it all out. No more readers for me because i was so doing them. Sad it was. And to let you know the big news....I'm typing this on my iPad!!!!! Woo hoo ding dang hoo!! Lauren

Katie's Dailies said...

Oh thank you, thank you, Joann, for TOTALLY making my face hurt from grinning and snorting and giggling (and also for getting weird looks from my daughter)! You have totally made my day.

And talking about Bono at the end made my belly do a flip flop and was just the cherry on the top! You have so made my "I wanna Red Stripe" morning go away!

Katie's Dailies said...

That's right---congrats on breaking 200! : )

Dee said...

LOL Oh lordy. I was laughing my butt off. Ricky even came in to see what was so funny. He doesn't have the glasses, or Hawaiian shirt....but the rest of it? Yeah.

He has - til now - worked in the finance, mortgage and yes, insurance business most of his life. These things make my eyes glaze over. And the gun thing? History, military - he was a paratrooper, all subjects of fascination for him. LOL

One Photo said...

Oh this is so funny - I think the shirts are the most worrying trend of all you mention.

I guess it could be worse, he could be having that typical mid-life crisis that drives men to try and be oh so trendy and half kill themselves on a motorbike they know nothing about :-)

Lula Lola said...

Please keep the stories about your husband coming! I love him! I love the visual of him in the glasses. I bought my first pair of "cheaters" recently. My arms weren't long enough and I had to break down and do it. It felt like a low point.
I married a cute wild boy who was up for every adventure and he's somehow become a man who can't complete a ride at the fair. The years cerainly take their toll!

Hulk (Who is now wondering if Hubby wishes he'd have stayed in one of his long-lost homes...) said...

God, that poor hen-pecked bastard...

In a related note, can you tell me when you are again offering the "How To Be Perfect" class? 'Cause I will sign up forthwith.

Katherine said...

GREAT post... laughed a lot! You will KNOW you are in trouble when you see him staring out the window at neighbors. Then you will hear him mumbling. "What the hell is that. What the HELL is that?" Or "What the hell is he doing? What the HELL is he doing?!"

Yup, that will be the end of it.

Gigi said...


Your posts are always funny but this was exceptionally funny. Probably because my husband is only about 5 years out of the behavior you describe. We have young kids, but we're old parents. Dang. The gun that ended WWII. WTF?

And by the way, it really gets my goat that men can take a dump and lose 5 pounds.

Theta Mom said...

Ok - so is the a prelude the the fun times I have ahead of me?

Unknown said...

I am always trying to order/eat healthy things, too, and it SUCKS. We are in New Orleans this weekend and went out to a seafood place last night....everyone else had poboys w/ friend shrimp, etc....and i had a freakin' salad with grilled shrimp and dressing on the side. And meanwhile my hubs mostly eats what he wants and it doesn't matter. Also, I recently became vegetarian (not that i was a heavy meat eater before) in hopes of slimming down some more...we shall see.

Love the photo in the suit! handsome thing!

oh, and Coldstone Creamery? DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED!!!

Rae said...

I laughed out loud at this one! and then I cried! I think my hippie hunk of a husband is turning into a grandpa-guy, too! And there's no way I'm ready to follow suit with support hose, floral day gowns, hairnets and prune juice!!!lol

Anonymous said...

Cute beach bum you got there. And does he have to look at you over the top of his bug eye glasses when he's talking to you? Yeah, we're there, too. We are there but in addition to all you mention, my husband also loathes "all this new just leads to trouble...". Yup. Know any older senior citizens living in your neck of the woods that talk just like that? sigh.

Melissa said...

Oh, man. I have so many husband stories, I have to literally scout for other things to write about so I don't have to rename my blog.

In a not too distant past, my husband was so great in social situations. I ogled him man a time as he schmoozed through a crowd. I even caught other people watching him with wonderment. So, you can imagine my confusion that he is now awkward and fumbling.

After having our son last year, we were at our daughter's preschool graduation when another parent came up to us to say "Congratulations!" you know, on the childbirth. My husband responded "Thank you. We are so happy." in my imaginary fantasy that happened within the two seconds before he opened his mouth to say "Congratulations!" completely ignoring the fact that the other parent may be giving respect to our life changing event, but instead acknowledging their child's graduation from pre-k 3 to pre-k 4.

What do you do in a situation like that? Do you stand by your man, thus claiming to be as crazy and aloof as he? Or disown him with a look of confusion as you consider your options?

I chose the latter.

Bossy Betty said...

Honey, I know EXACTLY what you are talking about. Perhaps it's time for the trophy hubby??

Bossy Betty said...

Honey, I know EXACTLY what you are talking about. Perhaps it's time for the trophy hubby??

Joann Mannix said...


You're the only one I can't answer because you don't have a BLOG, my man. Get a blog because you are the funniest of the fun and I want to laugh more than I already do, which is a lot. But, so, get a blog and I'll come over there and instruct you on how to be perfect.

Renee said...

Hahaha! I am so glad this is what i have to look forward to...

That picture of your hubby from the wedding is awesome! He did a great job with the suit.

liz said...

Squeal Like A Pig glasses were by far my favorite line from this post! I'm sorry to hear you married a grandpa. But I think it's true; he's met all the criteria.

The Bipolar Diva said...

Ok, Johnny Depp AND Robert Downey Jr? I'm hooked. I'm following!

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