Since Hubs and I got married the dynamics of our travel relationship have changed a little. On our very first road trip over a year ago he had all his ducks in a row. Packed his own bag, remembered all his own electronics, he was an independent man. But now, Hubs has discovered the joys of a wife carrying a large purse: currently my purse contains all of my normal personal belongings in addition to Hubs' wallet, phone, netbook, phone/laptop chargers, boarding passes, and earphones. And every 5 minutes he needs something:
Hubs: Can I have my phone?
Hubs: Here's my phone
Hubs: Can I have my phone?
Hubs: Here's my phone
Hubs: Do you have the wireless internet card?
Me: Yes, here.
Hubs: Oh, I didn't want it I just wanted to make sure you had it...
Hubs: Do you have my wallet?
Hubs: Will you hand me my netbook?
Hubs: Do you have the netbook charger?
Hubs: Can I have my phone?
Hubs: Can I charge my phone?
Me: I don't see why not...
Hubs: You have the charger in your purse
Me: Do you want your earphones for the movie?
Hubs: No I'm going to sleep
Me: Take them...just in case
Hubs: Nope I don't need them
Me: Ok
Hubs: Is my phone off?
Hubs: Here's my phone back
Hubs: Can I have my earphones
I know what Hubs' is getting for his birthday...a purse.
Writing this post I was sitting on the the plane listening to Hubs complain about ho he's not paying $6 for tv and his knees hurt from sitting for so long and he's hungry and he wishes he would have remember to download a movie and why are we on flights with layovers in the first place? Didn't I know we're key fob people?
Keep in mind he booked this trip---I think travel arrangements are going to be on MY list from now on....
Thursday, April 15, 2010
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If you tell him it is a "man-bag" he might just do it. Hope you guys are having a great trip.
[...] The first couple days of our honeymoon we spent tons of time at the pool and I got a little pink. So, when it was time for Coachella I was sooo scared I was gonna be burnt and the rest of the festival would be a tortuous exercise proving I could still hang in the sun even after burnt. But Hubs took charge and kept me slathered in sunscreen every 30 minutes or so…and I didn’t get burnt at all. Now, weather he was concerned about my sun exposure or was just happy to rub me down every few minutes I’ll never know but he didn’t complain when I asked for the SPF Chapstick out of his backpack 45x in 4 hours like I did during this post about him asking for stuff out of my purse. [...]
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