In most of my posts, I usually mention the husband as a brute, a really manly type, as the type of guy who apes around the house making messes. Most of the time, it's the truth. But every once in awhile, he'll surprise me with something so tender, so dear, I wonder if he's taking drugs.
A few months ago, he told me this story, which was later verified by those present. Years ago, he was in a car with friends, traveling to some destination which is irrelevant. Their conversation:
Friend #1: If you could be anything in the world, what would you be?
My Husband: I would be a doctor, so I could help those kids with the disfigured faces, like cleft lips.
Friend #2 (who happens to be a bagpiper in the off-season): What? Are you running for Miss America?
My poor husband was trying to convey a softer side of himself. And what did he get? Ridicule. Granted, I thought it was pretty funny too. His friend's response, that is, not the sweet sentiment conveyed by my monkey husband.
1 comment:
That's funnt.That response doesn't surprise me a bit. I think it is a relic from an an earlier period in history where brute mentality was probably necessary for survival.
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