Thursday, July 27, 2006

Love Means...

A while back Marscat posted a message about how much she liked the movie ”Love Story.” Being married to a boy who has about as much fluff in his personality as a rock, I had to “humph” at the sappiness. Of course she was not so shocked by my opinion. Yet, had she ever met the boy I married, she may understand my lack of sap. In my house, the boy doesn’t give the proverbial “A” for effort, nor does he rah-rah for finishing last in one of California’s hardest stage races. I have to pat myself on the back for that stuff. Yet, after five years, I’m still crazy about him. But her post begged the question: does love really mean never having to say you’re sorry? I thought about it long and hard and it dawned on me on a way to a ride with Pink Fishnets a few weeks ago.

That morning we were running late (surprise!). I had put on my Bella jersey and ran around the house cleaning up and gathering riding items. It was darned hot and I was working up a sweat. We jumped in the car where I could put my pony tail together, stuff some toast in my mouth and rearrange my bag while he drove. It was 9:30 a.m. and very hot already. And I was still a bit worked up. (Did I mention the heat?)

As we drove down Foothill Expressway, I finally had a few minutes to chill and stretch. So I lifted my arms above my head and gave a good ‘ole fashioned yawn. Then I heard him exclaim with a disgusted look “Oh, honey!” I was dumbstruck. What could possibly disgust him? Did I brush my teeth? Check. I was confused. I’ve always been the picture of good decorum and hygiene, even within the private company of my husband. What could possibly be the cause of his disgust?

“Um, you have B.O.,” he said reluctantly. I think about this for a bit and a smile comes to my face. After five years of being victim to his own arsenal of chemical weapons in the wee hours of the morning, I have had my retribution. And, I had found my answer. Love means being able to say, “Honey, you have B.O.”

“Awe, thank you, honey! I love you too,” I tell him.

7 Comments:

At 10:04 PM, July 27, 2006, Blogger X Bunny said...

'you have a booger on your nose'

'test fart failed'

i'm sure there are many others....

 
At 10:13 PM, July 27, 2006, Blogger Lorri Lee Lown -- velogirl said...

Test fart failed? Gag, what have I missed never getting married?

Hey, Jules! Is that your first blog post? Are you finally giving in, too?

 
At 10:21 PM, July 27, 2006, Blogger PAB(a.k.a.CID) said...

funny Dingo.

 
At 12:27 AM, July 28, 2006, Blogger nicknameless said...

hah....too funny

 
At 7:03 AM, July 28, 2006, Blogger marscat said...

Yeah a Dingo post!

He must really love you because I was there at Kern and boy, oh boy, you can really stink!

(and i was ten when i loved that movie, people!)

 
At 7:46 AM, July 28, 2006, Blogger Allison Krasnow said...

somewhatin jest, i once gave mike the finger to which he quickly retorted, "Oh, is that the Jewish symbol for I love you?"

 
At 9:34 AM, July 28, 2006, Blogger Velo Bella said...

This is not the first Dingo post.

 

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