All summer you grumbled about the mysterious whereabouts of your flip flops. Each time we went to the pool as a family, I heard you accuse me of wearing your flip flops and not putting them back in their proper place on your side of the closet. I offered no defense. Truthfully, I, your Amazon-footed wife, do take and wear your flip flops on occasion.
Last night, you came home from a meeting at church and found me alone in the family room. In lieu of a standard, "Hi, Honey, I'm home!" you held up your prodigal flip flops and said, "Look what I found. You know where I found them?"
I must confess that my mind reeled with all the possible places I could have left your flip flops--in your car? at someone else's house? Then you told me, "They were in the font at church." You had left them in the changing area in April when you baptized Mason. I had had nothing to do with the disappearance of your beloved footwear.
I smiled. "I guess you owe your wife a big apology for accusing her all summer of stealing and losing your shoes," I smugly said. "You're right," you conceded.
And then you added, "But you know that you do take my flip flops when you can't find yours and you don't always put them back." What can I say? You're right, Honey, but this time, I didn't and I had to hear about it anyway--for months.
I want you to know, my Beloved Jorge, that I forgive you. If you can forgive me for helping myself to your shoes when the fancy strikes, I can forgive you for pointing the finger of blame at me anytime your shoes are missing.
Affectionately Yours,
Freddie Rickles
P.S. I'm glad this photo isn't truly indicative of your feelings for me:
14 comments:
You write so well about the most ordinary things. Very enjoyable. I may never be able to think of your husband by his given name again.
What a fun story. :-) I am glad he found his footwear. I too can steal my hubbies shoes, however this is because HE has the tiniest little man feet on the planet. :-)
Too cute! I so wish I could wear my husbands flip flops! A child sized foot makes it hard to even buy shoes!
Too funny. However, I think the months of endless torment you endured being accused of taking his shoes entitles you to an extra date night and him cleaning the kitchen for a month.
That picture is great! But I doubt he ever denies your passionate advances.
I would be one depressed woman if I ever fit in Chris' big foot sized feet.
You two are so cute togehter, I love that picture! The letter was way cute too!
What a hilarious story! I don't take Jason's shoes - I love to wear his shirts. I think Mike deserves some kudos for fessing up about the flip flops. Not everyone would.
Ha! From one amazon footed woman to another - this was very funny!! But in our relationship it's Adrian who's always taking my Nike slip ons and leaving them in odd places. Glad your hubby found his fave flip flops!:)
This is so funny. I love it.
So I'm really curious where the nicknames came from. Things that make you go hmmmmm...
What I like best about this story is how gracious you are when you are right.
Truly, will you be my speech writer?
Oh I am so glad to know I am not the only falsely accused wife of misplaced things. Even if I also misplace his stuff sometimes.
It's a wonder he makes faces like that after you write letters like this. Just kiddin' calm down. ANSWER YOUR PHONE!
HA HA! I blame Jake for everything, therefore it's not usually necessary for me to apologize because it's understood that I'm wrong sometimes and right sometimes. I'll burn cookies and say to Jake, "This is your fault somehow . . ." Michael should try it.
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