my husb is drama.

My dear friend Elise said yesterday that the word “drama” is not one she would ever associate with my husb. Elise and her husb have been some of our closest “couple” friends for a few years now and they’ve known us for quite a while. Needless to say, if anyone would know about husb being drama would them.

Drama is not a word that usually husb would inspire in a normal situation. Yesterday was not a normal day. As you know we woke up way too early. Then instead of waking up and drinking his magical (and non existent) happy juice, I freaked him out cause he thought we were running late. The other part of that story is that we are ALWAYS late. I hate it about us, it’s something we hugely feel convicted about, but I don’t know what it is, we are late no matter how early we get started. Yesterday was case in point. We woke up WAY before we needed to be at church at 9 and we were still a tad late. We are almost always the last to leave, so maybe that helps even it out?

After the chicken feather ruckus died down and we realized that we unintentionally observed day light saving time Husb started his getting ready routine. Men’s routines are a mystery to me. Even if I observe every second of it, I still can’t figure out exactly what it is that he does.

So he goes upstairs, he comes back, then he wanders around and goes downstairs and then comes back. Then he commenced to go upstairs one more time to look for something for me. As he was walking upstairs I heard a thump, THUMP, POW.

Immediately hysterics like I’ve never witnessed before, began. He howls, yells at the tops of his lungs, strings together all sorts of insanity and words that don’t exactly make sense. And this is when it all falls apart. His South Carolina comes out. LORD BLESS! His accent gets all crazy and squealy and then gruff and then loud and screamy. He stumbles back down to the main floor where the stairs open up to dining room and flails himself onto the ground. Husb starts moving around and yelling and turning floor circles. So I’m thinking, either he has become extremely charismatic in the last 20 seconds or he’s practicing his break dance moves (which I never knew he had). The screaming and wailing and gnashing of teeth continues for a few more seconds til he calms down a bit. My silly husb then proceeds to turn his head towards me and strain his neck til he can open one eye and peek at me. A little whimper comes. An eye close. Then a strain, peek and whimper. This goes on for another cycle or two til I can control the urge to crack up and in my most delicate of voices can say, “Well, what happened?”

It was HILARIOUS. I’ve known this guy for a little while now and he has never, NEVER been this dramatic. After it was all said and done and I got him to explain to me how it all went down, we sat down and discussed the ridiculousness. He did admit that it was a tad over kill and a least had a smidgen of over reaction but I never could get him to tell what he was puttin on and what was real.

However, today I did have to swallow my giggles and/or pride and apologize for not being a little more sympathetic because it really did hurt and he has bruises on his knee and shin.

Oh man, I don’t think he’ll ever live down the day that he WAS drama. Not dramatic, he WAS (slept, ate and breathed) drama.

apparently he’s been hangin around with me for way too long.

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