Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Setting The Stage For A Battle Of Wills

Woe is one Mrs. H. Mom, who returned home to the Mansion at 5:45 p.m., after a hard day toiling in the salt mines teaching freshmen how to switch amongst Fahrenheit, Celsius, and Kelvin temperatures, and who stayed after work to work for an extra two hours and four minutes (but who's counting) while waiting for The Pony to be released from Academic Team practice, only to find Mr. H. Husband lolling about in the La-Z-Boy awaiting sustenance.

Like a baby bird with its mouth open, though nowhere nearly as cute and fuzzy, HH was gasping his last gasp, sure to expire within the hour if HM did not hunt, catch, eat, and regurgitate a snake into his mouth on the spot.

Shame on Mrs. HM for asking to see the weather as soon as she crossed the threshold. Could she not observe that the King of the Mansion was watching All in the Family? How dare she interrupt a forty-year-old sitcom for the current weather forecast! How could the King not understand that weather is the bread and butter of school teachers in early February?

King HH decreed that he had already SEEN the weather, so there was no need for Mrs. HM to see it. After all, it was the same forecast that had been broadcast for the past two days [he said], thus no further inquiries were necessary. Forgetting the fact that the King himself had phoned HM at 4:15 to ask, "Is it snowing?" After much verbal sparring and mental arm-wrestling, Mrs. HM wrested control of the TV from the King. Who declared that he was done with All in the Family, done, done, done, and was headed to town anyway, and would warm up his own supper when he returned.

Mrs. HM dared start an inquisition into the reason for this town pilgrimage, to which King HH snarled, "To get you a birthday card!" Well, then. We all can see that this is one from the heart. Such a selfless ruler, our King HH.

I'm betting that he returns with an empty Little Caesar's box. But then, I'm cynical like that.


knancy said...

What? No bacon grease hot toddy waiting for you on your arrival home? What's wrong with him today?

Kathy's Klothesline said...

Sorry, but I laughed. It was all too familiar. We have a Chinese eatery in town now and he who loves sweet and sour pork would use any excuse to go pick up food every day. He orders the same thing every time ........ the exact same thing.

Jennifer said...

What?? You had school? We are on Snow Day Numero Seite!

We may never have school again. And as a substitute that sucks :( and on the other hand that is fine.

Hillbilly Mom said...

That bacon grease hot toddy was a rare occurrence. Chef H fries up the bacon about once every two months, and routinely offers his homegrown eggy repast to the boys, but not to me. Go figure.

I guess it's kind of like when he steps over a wrapper on the floor, and then says, "Well, I didn't put it there." Or when he washes the pan and 3 plates and 3 forks after the eggstravaganza, while leaving other dishes on the kitchen counter. Just to show me my place, I presume.


Thanks for feeling my pain. I will excuse the cruel laughter, because every now and then, I sparingly try to inject a miniscule amount of humor into my posts.


Of course we had school. BUT WE'RE OUT TODAY!!! Day #14. Yesterday, we had a sub at our lunch table. She has only been there a couple of times. Mr. S was quite pleased, bending her ear with stories that we have all heard over 200 times. She took it well.

Mommy Needs a Xanax said...

I hope you didn't forget to tell him to breathe in and out.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Mommy Ann,
Well, of course not. That would be murder.