Ain’t We a Pair?

My husband called me from his office when he got to work this morning. “Are you upstairs, by any chance?”

“No, I’m still at the breakfast table, reading the paper. Want me to go upstairs?”

“Yes, please, if you don’t mind. On my dresser is one of my business cards that I wrote a list of to-do things on. Could you read them to me?”

I went upstairs and looked on his dresser. No business card. “Honey, it’s not here.”

“Really? Are you sure? I thought I left it there. I wonder if I left it in my shirt pocket. What shirt was I wearing yesterday?”

“The pink one,” I said, confidently.

“That’s right,” he said. “It was the pink one. Could you go look in the hamper?”

“Oh, it must have been the blue one because it’s on top,” I said when I got to the hamper.

“Yes! That was the one. Is the card in the pocket?”

“Yep!”

“Great, now read it to me.”

“Chersick trcfio. Budlt asscuer contrnt. Child visl dom (locl & unerlck feative), and Chicago.”

“Could you read that again? I couldn’t understand you.”

“Honey, I’m doing the best I can with what I got.” After nearly 42 years of marriage, you’d think I’d have learned to read my husband’s writing, but his writing has gotten worse and so has my eyesight.”

It took awhile, but together the two of us got his notes more or less deciphered. I love how we complement (and compliment) each other.

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I am a writer, wife, mother, and grandmother who thinks you're never too old until you're dead. My inspiration is Grandma Moses who became a successful artist in her late 70's. If I don't do something pretty soon, though, I'll have to find someone older for inspiration.
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26 Responses to Ain’t We a Pair?

  1. Lori Lipsky says:

    What fun to get a glimpse into a bit of your daily life. Loved this one, Susan. Very sweet. -Lori

  2. Love these slice-of-life stories. I used to use letters from the Greek alphabet when I was a sports writer, for game notes in basketball games. My editor picked up my notebook and said, “I can’t tell what any of this means!”

    “That’s the way I like it!” I answered, missing the chance to have said, “it’s all Greek to me, too.”

  3. are you sure you weren’t eavesdropping? this post sounds too familiar and hubby and I often say, aren’t we a pair? love this! DAF

  4. pattisj says:

    Half the time I can’t read my own handwriting. Linn’s notes are neatly printed. In fact, he presses so hard there are 2-3 pages below the original that can be read in an emergency. He must have been the inspiration for carbonless copies.

  5. Jiawei says:

    Hilarious post, Susan. Love it!
    Well said that husbands and wives can be amusing at times. You and George are certainly a pair!

  6. Huffygirl says:

    Funny. I have the same trouble with the nurses at work reading my writing. They are getting pretty good at it though, much better than my husband who has had many more years of experience.

  7. Wonderful tale! This DID amuse me 🙂

  8. My husband writes pages (and pages and pages) of ‘lists’ consisting of weird numbers and letters that have absolutely no meaning to me. (They’re product numbers for car parts and computer bits … or so he says; I think maybe he’s a foreign spy.) I did send him to the grocery store once and he came home with only half the things on my list because he said he couldn’t decipher the rest. Its a good thing we communicate well in other ways, isn’t it?

  9. Hahahaha! We are a great team to, but I am clearly the captain.

  10. ahh.. I’ve had to do similar tasks. Very sweet.

  11. Al says:

    Fny pst, Susan.We hsbns cn be a prblm smtmes.

  12. Dianna says:

    Oh, that sounds SOOOOO familiar! As my hubby says: “we’re a team”!

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