Salt & Pep!

Skinny HT


I know I usually write nice things about Hot Toddy, and generally he’s a great guy. But we’ve been married almost 15 years and it isn’t always perfect. There is one thing I have endured all this time, day after day, year after year. It is something that would drive many a woman mad.

At any meal, if there is a request to “pass the salt,” or if he is in the kitchen on his way to the table and I ask him to bring the salt, or if I say, “Seth might need salt on his chicken,” it happens.

Some sort of loop in HT’s brain won’t let him handle, think about, taste or deliver salt, without saying, “Salt & Pepa…!” in the same inflection you will find around the 40-50 second mark of the song Push It.

I thought you should know what I go through.

Thank you for your thoughts and prayers.

Lovingly yours,

Effie

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7 Responses to Salt & Pep!

  1. Kerry says:

    hm, I’d say that’s reason to marry him all over again.
    Though not as constant an encounter, if I mention tapas, Stan has to say something about going topless. And then I kill him.

  2. Me says:

    You poor thing! That’s awful!

    I missed your family and spent all morning catching up. I’m so glad HT is okay and abundance has blessed your house.

  3. It’s the little things that both drive us insane and make us — well — lust.

    I’m praying for you.

  4. This made me giggle!!! Thanks!

  5. Carrie Link says:

    Few can make me LOL like you, Effie.

  6. kario says:

    I wonder whether Bubba has similar things that I do that make him nuts after all these years. Or if he’s tuned me out enough that he wouldn’t be able to conjure up even one. Ahh, the gifts of enduring marriage. ;-)

  7. Hmmm, so maybe my husband’s exasperating habit of non-stop ice crunching isn’t so bad. (pause) Nope, still makes me crazy.