Always
the unpaid intern, never the star. That's Val's life in a nutshell. A
nutshell she has been sealed into by Hick, with bad caulking. That man
just can't appreciate anything!
Join me in my nutshell,
for the 3rd installment of our continuing series "This Is the Time of
Day When We Talk About the Most Recent Thing You've Done Wrong."
Hick
has been running to and fro, all willy-nilly, across the county,
despite a decree that put us in Stay-At-Home-Down. I have to plan ahead
on the timing of supper, and what sumptuous feast I will be providing.
Hick had baited me with a Casey's pizza, saying he saw they were
half-price on Friday, before switching to amnesia on the topic after
coming home from his visit to his "closed" Storage Unit Store on
Saturday.
"I'm going out to weed-eat around the house."
"When will you get the pizza?"
"Oh. I forgot about that. It might have just been for Friday. It came across my phone."
"Okay. I haven't planned anything."
"I can warm up that taco meat that's left over. I can eat it with chips."
"Yeah.
You can add cheese and sour cream and salsa. I'll come up around 6:30
and slice an onion for you. Use the triangle chips, not the round ones."
"Okay. I'm going out."
Let
the record show that I didn't mind the disappearing pizza. As long as I
wasn't expected to pull a 7-course meal out of my
Christmas-two-years-ago knit hat with fluffy balls on the ends of the
chin strings, it didn't much matter. I can always find something quick
to make for myself.
I went down to my lair around 4:00,
and at 6:30 started upstairs to slice that onion. Which of course meant
that I'd also be warming the leftover taco meat, setting out a portion
of shredded cheddar, and also the jar of salsa and tub of sour cream,
each with their own spoon. Just like I do for tacos, with the exception
of not having any tortillas to warm.
Huh! There was Hick, in the La-Z-Boy, spooning something off a paper plate.
"Don't tell me you already ate!"
"Okay..."
"I was on my way up here! For the onion."
"I just came in and warmed it up myself."
"Did you slice an onion?"
"No. I'm done now."
"I TOLD you I'd be up here around 6:30. It's 6:37, and you're DONE!"
"I never do anything the way you want me to do it."
"No
you don't. But that's not the point. If I'd known you were doing it
yourself, I wouldn't have walked up 13 steps, when I'm not ready to make
my own supper yet. You could have texted me that you were fixing your
own supper. How hard is THAT? Takes 10 seconds."
"I don't know what you're carrying on about. Alls you were going to do was slice an onion."
WHOOOOOOOOOOSH! That is the sound of steam rushing out of my hot head!
That
is SO untrue! No way would I have simply sliced one onion, and called
Hick in to make his supper. He KNOWS I would have had all the stuff
ready! Slice an onion??? MY AMPLE RUMPUS!
This situation reminds me of two of my favorite bad movies. Not so much bad, as mediocre movies that people like to watch over and over.
Like Dirty Dancing. When Baby, to justify her presence at the staff party, tells Johnny,
"I carried a watermelon."
Like
Coyote Ugly. When Rachel is jealous that Lil and the coyotes are
congratulating Violet on her debut after singing on the bar. "She sang along with a jukebox. Let's not start polishing a grammy."
I
wouldn't even have minded the unnecessary walk up the steps, if Hick
had just accepted our discussion of the most recent thing he did wrong,
and left it at that. I believe his lecture about me only wanting things
done MY way was uncalled-for!
I will listen to Hick when he starts making MY supper every night, and starts his own blog series called "This Is the Time of Day When Val Listens to Me Lecture Her After She Tries to Do Something Nice For Me."
My husband would have been over my recliner with a dish in his mouth like Snoopy.
ReplyDeleteHeh, heh! At least that would show a level of appreciation!
DeleteB'lieve I'll just stay out of this one.
ReplyDeleteTyped like a man who wants to keep his sliced-onion options open!
DeleteIf they don't open things up soon you two will not make it. I see the makings of a Saturday night Lifetime Movie.
ReplyDeleteMaybe called "I Did Him in MY Way."
I wish I'd paid closer attention all those times I caught Hick watching "How I Killed My Wife" shows.
DeleteMore like Dateline on Fridays .. don't watch it alone!
DeleteYou don't have to tell me twice!
DeleteI'm not in such a good mood after being headachy for most of the day, so I suggest you send Hick down here so I can smack him upside the head and maybe feel a bit better.
ReplyDeleteI'm blaming the doctor-ordered walking for the headache, since most gardens around here are so old and mouldy and I'm allergic to mould.
I'm sorry for your headache. The Pony gets them every time he's home and Hick mows the yard. I'm thinking it's a grass allergy, and not guilt over not helping. Since we all know that The Pony has zero interest in helping people.
DeleteIf only it was that easy, to put Hick on a plane and send him to you! You wouldn't even have to send him back until you felt at the top of your health.
I second that emotion! Mine just came to me and said, "We're just having a rough spot in our marriage. That's all." Because I didn't use the right tone in telling him let's forget it, drive on! We can purchase tomato plants tomorrow, earlier." He said, I was mad. I yelled, NO I HAVE TO PEE. Go home.
ReplyDeleteHeh, heh! Our marriage is a continuing series of rough spots, interspersed with brief interludes of sweet-baboo-ness. That's how we've made it 30 years.
DeleteHick might have a can with a lid that you can use for those instances (IF you use the right tone of voice to ask). The same one he took with him to the hospital to wait for his friend. It hasn't been used, YET. They let him in.
If only it was about slicing an onion. But, it's about everything from "What do you feel like eating?" to which you hear: "Oh, whatever's easiest for you." (Um, whatever's easiest for me is for someone to go get a pizza or something, ya know?) to leaving the comfort of the lair, to getting all that stuff out of the fridge, to finding clean spoons, to heating up whatever whenever whoever is ready to eat, then putting it in reverse and putting it all away plus washing up, plus wiping down whatever got spilled. And then and only then, cutting out the light and trudging back to the recliner and resting up.
ReplyDeleteI've had a Hick for 53 years now. I know the drill!
I enjoy your writing, by the way.
Ooh! I'm sure you also understand the OUTRAGE I feel when I ask if he wants me to bring him something to the La-Z-Boy, perhaps forgotten chips, or a roll...and he says "IF YOU WANT TO."
DeleteNobody WANTS TO be a servant for someone who doesn't appreciate the effort. A simple, "Yes, please." Or a "That would be nice," is all I'm looking for as my 'reward.' I've mentioned this several times, yet he can't grasp the concept.
Glad you enjoy it. Welcome to the cat-house!