Before I write one word about my subject matter today let me take a minute to say how much I love my husband. My husband is a good man, good fella, an all around good guy. He is an honest, hard-working, dependable, trustworthy, intelligent man who is full of wisdom with an inner strength and calm about him that most men would do good to have. He is ALWAYS under control and a man of few words. When he does speak it is said with wisdom and humility. He is steady as a rock, the same where ever he is, whether he is on the platform at church, out in the garden at home or behind his desk at work. He is his cool, calm and collected self. And he is nauseatingly correct about most everything. Now that we have all of that stuff out-of-the-way, let’s get to the subject at hand.

As you can tell by my description above, Devin is not much of a talker. I, on the other hand, am! I love to tell stories and talk about all of the exciting things that happened during my day. The problem is that when Devin gets home he doesn’t really want to talk. But I do! Can you see where there could be a problem?

After dinner (every self-respecting woman knows that you don’t talk about anything until after they get their belly full) while we are sitting on the couch I begin unfolding all of the happenings of the day. You know……kids……… mother…….my new purse……..what needs to be fixed,  so on and so forth. The problem is that while I am doing all of my talking he is barely even responding! This is where things could get a little ugly!

Devin has this “thing” that he does while I am talking and it drives me crazy! I guess he thinks that I am to stupid to figure it out. I didn’t fall off the turnip truck yesterday, I know that he isn’t REALLY listening to me at all! Every evening it is the same routine, I say my bit and he answers me with one of four answers…..they are always the same…….every night. They are:

  • Well I’ll say!
  • Is that right?
  • well…..good deal!
  • humph, really?

That’s it……that’s all he says! He is ACTING like he is listening but, really, he is just on auto pilot. He will rotate his answers thinking that it will throw me off. Finally this song and dance ends and I go about my merry way. Then the strangest things happens. At eleven o clock, he peers over the top of his hunting magazine, with a gleam in his eye and says “well hello there! Where have you been all night?” Let me just say right here that this makes me so mad that I could bite a nail into! I raise one eyebrow and say “what did you just ask me?” He says “I was just wondering where you have been all night….haven’t seen much of you”. “Let me tell you where I have been buddy. I have been cooking supper, washing dishes, checking homework, washing clothes, folding clothes, making tomorrows lunches, writing a note to the teacher and talking to your mother on the phone. THAT is what I have been doing!

Bless His Heart…..he just don’t know.