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In which i brought my “C” game

 

This post was written last month.  Just read it and quit harassing me.

 

It’s been an atypical week around here as first I was sick and second Kevin was out of town.  Before he left to drive to Tennessee on Monday he asked me to drop off his dry cleaning.  Knowing he wouldn’t be back until Thursday evening I wasn’t too concerned with the “next day service” issue so I dropped it off on Wednesday intending to pick it up Thursday afternoon.

 

Thursday, however, turned out to be a crazy day.  First I had a lot to do along with my workout, my shrink appointment and then a meeting on Women’s Philanthropy down at the United Way.

 

Whilst this was going on, apparently I ended up in a shitstorm with this Ronnie Dunn thing.  The point is, that by the time the meeting was over at 2:30 I was eager to get home so I figured “why pick up Kevin’s dry-cleaning when I can pick it up in the morning?”

 

That was all well and good until this morning:

 

Kevin:             did you pick up my dry cleaning?

Me:                  ummm…

Kevin:             I asked you to drop it off

Me:                  I did drop it off

Kevin:             … on Monday

Me:                  well, I was sick Monday

Kevin:             but today is Friday

Me:                  I know and I INTENDED on picking up on yesterday but here’s what happened …

And then I launched into the whole explanation and how I had to get home because of this whole shitstorm not to mention the fact that it was 2:30 and I hadn’t walked my dog in forever so I had rushed home and then I had intended on picking it up before Daniels game at 5:30 but then I figured “doesn’t he have other clothes to wear on Friday?” so long story short I DIDN’T.

 

To which he replied:

 

Kevin:             wow, that was a long explanation

Me:                  well, I didn’t want you to think that I had FORGOTTEN it

Kevin:             why would I ever think THAT LYNN? (Sarcasm Kevin, really??)

Me:                  I mean, it was a DELIBERATE choice not to pick it up

Kevin:             ok, but get it today

Me:                  ok

 

So Kevin leaves for work and I get in my car at 7:45 and there’s more dry cleaning sitting in the passenger seat that Kevin obviously wants dropped off.  Now I’m planning on taking a class from 8-9 and I have a meeting in High Point at 10:00 and it takes a half an hour to get there so there’s not much time in between.

 

However, during my class somebody texted me that Ronnie Dunn had, in fact, removed his post and I was curious about that so I raced home to check all this out.

 

Now, since I had very little time to waste and I REMEMBERED it was my brother’s birthday I decided to stop and pick up cupcakes on the way to the meeting.  I saw Kevin’s dry cleaning (which is due by 11 for same day service) but I decided that cupcakes trump dry cleaning and I would pick up the dry cleaning later.

 

So, I go to the meeting and then Kevin and I go out to lunch with my brother.  I tell Kevin I’m stopping by the dry cleaners on the way home to “pick up his stuff.”

 

As I’m driving home my phone rings:

 

Me:                  hello?

Kevin:             I just thought of something

Me:                  yeah, what

Kevin:             you don’t need to pick up the dry cleaning today

Me:                  really? Why?

Kevin:             because you dropped off the other dry cleaning so you might as well pick up both sets on Saturday

Me:                  oooookkkkaaayyyy

Kevin:             right? Doesn’t that make more sense?

HUGE PAUSE

Kevin:             Lynn?

Me:                  yessss?

Kevin:             doesn’t that make more sense?

Me:                  wellllll. It would make more sense IF I had actually dropped off the dry cleaning this morning.

NOTHING

Me:                  Kevin?

Kevin:             sorry, that was me spitting my iced tea all over the car because you just killed me

Me:                  oh

Kevin:             so you didn’t drop it off this morning?

Me:                  well I was going to but here’s what happened …

Kevin:             oh hell no, don’t even!!!

Me:                  I figured why does he need it by Saturday?

Kevin:             maybe because I’m leaving SUNDAY for Tennessee

Me:                  oh yeah, I forgot

Kevin:             you’re unbelievable

Me:                  hmmm…it’s like I’m not on my “A” game

Kevin:             Lynn, I’d be happy if you were on your “B” game

Me:                  I should write a post “in which I’m on my ‘C’ game”

Kevin:             you should

Me:                  my critics are right

Kevin:             how so?

Me:                  they say I don’t deserve you and they’re absolutely right

Kevin:             yeah, they are

Me:                  I wonder if I’m getting better or worse with this crap

Kevin:             I know the answer and it’s not better

Me:                  so I’m getting worse?

Kevin:             yeah, you should rush home and write this because you’ll forget it

Me:                  nope, going to do the errands

Kevin:             you’ll forget the conversation

Me:                  I know I will but I’m always racing home and therefore I never do my errands anymore and THAT’S why I keep forgetting stuff

Kevin:             is that why?

Me:                  yeah, it’s this blogging business.  It’s dragging me down!

 

So there you are folks!  I’m lucky to be married at all and next time I have to remember to bring my “C” game!

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15 Comments

  1. Mayor Gia
    April 3, 2012

    Hhaha but cupcakes DO trump dry cleaning! What’s the Ronnie Dunn thing? What’d I miss?
    Mayor Gia recently posted..Totally Rational Fears about Boyfriend’s TripMy Profile

  2. Gavin
    April 3, 2012

    I guess you have to control your impulse more. I know that it may be hard at first you’ll get the hang of it later on.

  3. alaina
    April 3, 2012

    “I know the answer and it’s not better” HA, husbands. Always so quick to encourage.

    And I guess the question is, did you ever get the dry cleaning picked up?
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  4. Amy
    April 3, 2012

    And this just begs the question, If Kevin really wanted his dry cleaning on time, why didn’t he just drop it off himself? Well, that would be the question in my house…

    • Lynn
      April 3, 2012

      Well, he does have a job that’s in the other direction

  5. Julie
    April 3, 2012

    I think I may be developing a cyber crush on Kevin. It destroys me that he didn’t get pissed, rather, he was concerned that you would forget the conversation and not be ablr to blog about it. Hysterical! You lucked out with him!!

    • Lynn
      April 3, 2012

      hahaha…funniest thing ever…what a great comment

  6. Melanie
    April 3, 2012

    Your blog gives me hope that I will find a man that accepts my crazy. I still don’t believe it will happen, but at least with your conversations with Kevin I get a little glimmer.

    • Lynn
      April 3, 2012

      my mom always said “when you least expect it” and that turned out to be true for me…good luck

  7. Jester Queen
    April 3, 2012

    Oh nooooo… it’s awful that once you are in the habit of skipping something, it becomes easier to skip. Or forget. I once worked at two jobs simultaneously. They were both 25 hour a week positions. Anyway my boss at the one job turned out to be a golfing buddy of a guy at the other job. I found this out from my boss at the one job. AND I NEVER REMEMBERED TO TELL THE OTHER GUY THAT I KNEW HIS GOLFING BUDDY in spite of the fact that we sat in adjacent desks. He was the one who, when HE finally told ME he knew my boss, onlyto hear my long explanation, said, “yeah when you get in the habit of forgetting something it just gets harder to remember every time.”

    • Lynn
      April 3, 2012

      hmmm…guess i’m screwed then

  8. Dawn
    April 3, 2012

    Bahahahaha. I can laugh because this post pretty accurately describes my married life. Natch.

    • Lynn
      April 3, 2012

      Probably a lot of us

  9. Starle
    April 3, 2012

    Dear god, I haven’t laughed so hard in forever. That run-on sentence of explanation was freaking brilliant!

    • Lynn
      April 3, 2012

      Thanks

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