Some friends of ours had a baby recently (now there’s a surprise) and I’ve been meaning to get the congrats card off in the mail but we didn’t have their postal address. Anyway that got sorted out and this morning I asked DH if HE would like to write the card. For once. And considering they are more his friends than mine.
He acquiesced, then stood there with the pen in mid air for quite some time, came up with something quite bland and said “how about that?” I sighed internally and said well are you writing this or am I? He said “we are BOTH writing this toGEther” and gave me a look. We stood in silence, mulling it over. Finally he said “I’m no good at this stuff. This is a girl’s job. Boys are no good at this sort of thing” [Ha! What a cop out. I might make him do more of them, since he so obviously needs the practice]. I said “well I’ve done hundreds by now” (possible slight exaggeration, but feels like it it true) “and this time it is your turn”.
His frustration eventually bubbled to the surface and he said, in exasperation, ok what about “Good luck. Whatever”. I nearly pissed my pants laughing. Good luck. Whatever. ROFLMA.
Because to be quite honest, I can’t count the number of times I would have loved to have been able to just throw down those words and post them off. Of course I also mean all the things I say about joy and love and preciousness and dreams come true when I write them in a congratulations card. But sometimes the churlish me would love to express her jealousy and “oh my GOD not anOTHer one already!” sentiments and just say:
Good luck.
Whatever.
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