Post # 1
Here are two conversations we had regarding my husband’s extremely loud alarm clock that I’m very tempted to chuck out of the window. We posted these conversations on Facebook:
My post about a conversation last week after my introduction to the aforementioned alarm:
Me: Boy, your alarm clock is really loud, isn’t it?
Hubby: Yeah, it really wakes you up!
Me: Wanna hear my alarm? (Turns on test alarm.)
— Soft, zen-like music gently fades on.
Hubby: That’s not “Wake Up!” music, that’s (in a soothing voice) “It’s okay, you can hit snooze” music.
DH’s post this morning:
A real conversation at 4:15am:
Wifey: “Your alarm clock enrages me….I feel rage building in my chest when it comes on.”
Me: ” Did it wake you?”
Me: “Well, technically it’s just doing its job.”……no reply from wifey……I’m now afraid for my alarm clock’s safety….
My DH is hilarious, which is why I fell in love with him. I’m very much enjoying our life together and looking forward to many years of laughter (as soon as he turns that volume down!).
Let’s hear your funny stories!
Post # 3
@christineandjohn: My man has a very loud alarm clock too. It has woken me up out of many peaceful sleeps (2 hours before I need to get up). Funny, as loud and obtrusive as it is, it sure doesn’t wake him up (and isn’t that the intended purpose?). So, the alarm goes off, wakes me up, and then I proceed to wake him up (and not nicely, I assure you…something along the lines of, “your fucking goddamn alarm is going off, will you turn the damn thing off.”) I often tell him he should change it to something less annoying if it’s intended for me anyway. He says, completely seriously, “I have to make sure it wakes you up though. This one works.” It’s your alarm clock you terrible man!
Post # 4
@christineandjohn: My DH is hilarious also, and we are polar opposites in some very interesting ways.
Adjusting to married life has been the most challenging thing I think I have ever had to do in my life. I regularly post on FB about our very humorous interactions and conversations, lol.
Post # 5
When we first got married, two things made cooking terribly challenging for me: 1) my husband is insanely picky and 2) I was a terrible cook.
It. was. awful.
Well, one night, we had hardly any food left in the house and I didn’t feel like going to the store, so I thought I would put my newly-acquired wifely ingenuity to use and make up my own concoction, which (unknowingly) utilized ALL the foods my husband can’t stomach.
It was some broccoli-creamofchickensoup-rice-onion thing.
I figured it out when at dinner my husband emptied half a bottle of hot sauce on it and would put a grain or two of rice in his mouth.
After a little while, I said, “Babe- you can go to taco bell. It’s okay.”
And off he went.
From then on out (although my cooking has improved tenfold) if I make something that doesn’t turn out, that’s the standing joke. “You know where the taco bell is.”