When The Messee Becomes The Messer

My husband and I have been spending an enormous amount of time together lately. For the most part, I enjoy hanging out with him, but all this togetherness kinda makes me want to mess with him. A lot.

Case in point, I was grocery shopping at Target yesterday. I say grocery shopping, but I don't limit my time inside Target to just the grocery side of the store. That would be ridiculous. I browse around all of the store and hit every aisle.

You just never know what treasures await you … or when the opportunity to mess with your spouse will arise.

While in the Home Decor section, I was inexplicably drawn to this giant decorative spoon.

It's giant, shiny, and a mere $29.99.

I don't know if my fascination with this giant spoon is in direct correlation to my recent bout with all things retro (including listening to Classic Country on Pandora while making chicken and dumplings for dinner) or what.

But she's a good looking spoon, right? And she's huge. At least two and a half feet tall. I think she'd make a lovely addition to my kitchen wall. I knew my husband would completely disagree, but I was in the mood to mess with him a bit.

As per the norm, he did not find me amusing. He did not find me amusing when I asked how much he was willing to pay for votive candles with Santa heads carved in them or a mirrored disco ball Christmas ornament with a solid thirty percent of it's mirrors missing.

Humph. Some people have no sense of whimsy.

Homeboy reached his limit on being messed with by me in a single shopping trip to Target and abruptly turned the tables.

In the sporting goods section, I found a ping pong net and two paddle set on clearance for $7.50. A bargain because six weeks ago I paid fifteen bucks for this exact set. I texted the following picture to my beloved:

His response? "Great! Get more. One for each niece/nephew."

I texted "Seriously?"

"Yep."

This isn't the response I had expected. I wanted a little "What?! Are you crazy? We just bought a set six weeks ago!". Instead I got encouragement to buy three more ping pong sets. I wanted a mild freak out on his part, not mine.

I texted back "For the record, I'm against gifts that have to be shared amongst siblings." And for the record, this statement is absolutely true. As a kid, I loathed receiving a gift that had to be shared between my sister and I.

Seriously. Who wants to share a Lite Brite with their older sister? How does that work? One kid gets the Lite Brite and the other gets the patterns and colored pegs? And how, exactly, does one share a Holly Hobbie Easy Bake Oven? One kid gets the oven and the other gets the light bulb? Merry Christmas! Here's a light bulb!

(I digressed. Sorry.)

(But I stand behind my feelings on sharing gifts between siblings.)

Agreeing with most of my rant, my husband came up with the idea of buying some sawhorses and three sheets of plywood so we could host a ping pong tournament. That was when the light bulb in my head (not the Holly Hobbie Easy Bake Oven one) went off.

He was messing with me.

Or in his words, just paying me back for messing with him for an hour via text while at Target. Well played, husband. Well played.

I don't like it when the messee becomes the messer.

Pin It Now!