These Vince stories are probably kinda like living with Oscar – they may be a bit more fun to read than to actually experience in real life. 🙂
Yesterday evening we were sitting downstairs and Vince started to go upstairs.
Vince: I’m going to get something to eat. Do you want something?
I always say no but I was kinda hungry.
Me: Yes. I want half a ham sandwich. Cut one slice of sourdough bread. Cut it in half. Toast it. Put mayo on it and I’d like the ham heated up.
He turned and looked at me with this look of fear in his eyes.
Vince: How do I heat the ham? (He knows how much I dislike the microwave.)
Me: In a skillet!
Oh, if only I’d had a camera handy. The look in his eyes. You would have thought I had asked him to make a homemade peach pie.
Vince: You KNOW I don’t use the stove!
I post on Facebook the story and said “If I go before he does, I hope someone who can and will cook moves in the same day.”
A friend wrote something like “I’ve told my friends if I go before my husband, they should wait a week then come to visit him and bring a banana pudding and they’ll become a bride!”
While we were eating breakfast this morning, I was telling Vince that story. I could tell he was thinking and then he said “If something happens to you, the only way I’d get married again is if I find a woman with a lake house and a boat.”
Dead serious! He had thought that through and that is all he needs to be happy . . a lake house and a boat!
I thought that was hilarious.
If I go first, I’m going to hope some woman with a lake house and a boat comes along and she has 10 days and 25 grandkids and they all come to see her often and they spend the night and they eat all the food in the house! 🙂
vivoaks says
Hahaha!! Your husband and mine are two of a kind. Mine WILL use the microwave to heat up his coffee if it’s not hot enough, but I’m not sure about any other food. He tried making chocolate chip cookies right after we got married….he’s never done that again. They were barely edible. 🙂
Nelle Coursey says
This is too funny!!
Shari says
I have a friend who says when his wife dies, he’s going to tell the funeral director to leave the flowers at the church. He’ll be back for his wedding before they go bad.
judy.blog@gmail.com says
I read it to Vince and I saw his eyes light up. Something he had never thought about but that bit of info is tucked away for future reference. 🙂
Sherry Bobak says
The first and only time my husband ever cooked for me was to make one of those cooking bag beef stews. I got home from work and he proudly said that he made dinner. He got the pan out of the oven and opened the bag. In the bag were charcoaled pieces of beef and vegetables with spices stuck all over. I asked him if he double checked the amount of water to use and with a straight face said that he thought it made it’s own broth. To this day I won’t let him cook except on the grill. Of course, maybe it was his intention so I wouldn’t ever ask him to cook. But then, I really don’t think he was that smart.