Sunday, June 29, 2008

That's Your Master Plan?

This morning as I was tidying up the kitchen, I noticed some nice stationary in the trash. The stationary was sitting right at the top, so I took it out. Imagine my surprise when it was an invitation, an invitation to a joint birthday party for some friends, a birthday party that took place last Thursday.

I know I’m a little distracted sometimes, but honestly, how could I have received an invitation, admired the paper, opened it, and not actually remember to attend or even send regrets, and then thrown the invite in the trash?

I did the only reasonable thing: I hid the invitation and waited to spring the evidence on the prime suspect.

In the middle of the second season of Extras, I tossed the invitation casually to Other Half.

“What’s that?”
“You found that?”
“Yes. Do you want to explain?”
“Well, I got it from outside the door and put it on top of the entertainment center for later. And then I forgot about it.”
“I found it in the garbage. Did you honestly think I wasn’t going to find out?”
“Uh….” He said in a sheepish voice.

For the record, if you want to communicate with me, never use my husband as an interface. Do not leave phone messages with him (he never remembers phone calls,) do not leave a note with him (it will stay in his coat pocket,) do not give him information face-to-face because he will not even remember who he talked to, let alone your message.

I have committed to re-up for at least one more year, however, because he cleans a mean house and is a human calculator. There’s something to be said about being married to a mathematician, just don’t expect him to pass it along.


Bek said...

I have one of those too. Even his mom knows that if we are going to actually SHOW UP for a dinner invitation, she needs to tell me. If they tell him and he forgets to tell me until, say, an hour before, we don't go.

It astonishes me. We keep having the arguement where I say "but you remember to do things for work, right? You don't blow of phone calls/clients/projects there, right?

Luckily for me, it is pretty much only spoken things..if you e mail him or get it written down in his book--he is golden...

Cafe Johnsonia said...


My husband knows that the highlight of my day is getting the mail. So why does he always beat me to it??? I've found similar (unopened, however) pieces of mail several weeks later.

compulsive writer said...

My favorite is to find out we have company coming--usually of the "in-law" and "staying the night" variety--mere moments before they arrive.

ClistyB said...

I'm guessing that a calling for ward clerk isn't in the cards for him. At least the remembering to take the tithing envelopes out of the coat pocket part.

AzĂșcar said...

Haha, guess what? That's exactly what his calling is, and he's incredibly good at it! He's very systematic in the way he approaches everything, but for some reason, communication from the outside world sometimes hits interference.

Jane @ What About Mom? said...

Funny. Also about the ward clerk thing. My husband was membership clerk for awhile, and he loved it because it actually made him meet people and LEARN THEIR NAMES.

Mine can't pass on a msg to save his life either. His family knows to email me about that sort of thing.

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Amy said...

I'm with compulsive writer. One day my husband looked at his watch and said, "Well, it's about time to head to the airport." "Why?" "To pick up my mom." "What?" "She's staying for a week. Didn't I tell you that?"

Oops. Since then, he's given me permission to read his email so I can be aware of things like houseguests and parties that we're hosting.

Jill said...

Just wait until you have teenagers. I have a (nearly) teenage son, and I have a few friends with teenage sons, and I have learned that a phone message left with a teenage boy is pretty much just like not leaving a message at all.

AzĂșcar said...

I've anticipated the shift to teen sons: I now have Vonage. I can get my voicemails and check caller id from any computer, which is awesome.

Amy- that's awful. And knowing your mother-in-law? Particularly heinous. That's someone for whom you want to do some serious deep cleaning before arrival. I would have killed my husband (making her my ex-mother-in-law.)

Marge Bjork said...

I will never forget the one time my father planned with your father for us to stay at your house for a few days and when we showed up your mom was speechless.

Adam and Kristina said...

Hi! I found your blog from your cool blog of the week. I seriously love it too.

My husband employs the "Need to Know Basis" technique, and apparently, I need to know nothing. Men are still good for some things though, like taking out the trash and giving me foot rubs.

MoJo's Weekly Update said...

How are you liking Extras? Josh got the dvds for his birthday in February and have watched each episode a bergillion times and it's still funny. My favorite episode is the one with Kate Winslet.

Rich Wood said...

Ah the Extras, my favorite moment is the "Racist Test". This post encourages me because I am not alone in forgetting.