I am not meeting the rolling stones

Last week the husband informed me that because of a client he would be able to attend a party with THE ROLLING STONES. OMG! My sil interrupted with "Are spouses invited?" To which he answered, "No." hmmph. We never get to enjoy the meaningful perks. ~sob~

Well, the husband actually brought the party up because he was told that he had to dress in "STONES casual". This is really funny if you know the husband. He fought hard against casual Fridays and until recently owned only white shirts to wear with his dark gray suits. Crazy and adventurous dressing for him is a bright and bold tie. I told him he should get a black shirt and just wear it with any pants he wants. Black is good. This is not as simple as it seems, since the husband requires a big and tall store, he is of the tall, and, well the pickins is slim. First of all there are no B&T stores located near his office, second is that you never know what is in style at the B&T store, they have a style all their own.

Well, the husband didn't buy anything new to wear and this morning he asked me what I thought of the blue shirt he planned on wearing with his dark gray suit. Was it STONES casual? So, I did what any person would do, I told him he would look like a geek. Normally this is fine with me, since I go for the geeky type, but when meeting THE ROLLING STONES, one must try to transcend their geekiness, for just an evening. He said the other guys from the office were bound to dress like geeks too. I replied with doubt, and then, (Are you listening? Cause this is where it gets real bad-real fast) he said he knew there would be at least one other geek there cause he had an extra ticket and invited his friend Roy to join the party. Yes, my husband, the father of my 3 children invited Roy, his pal, To MEET THE ROLLING STONES, instead of ME, the one who has been faithfully married to him for 14 1/2 years.

Dear readers, what could I do? I was not on his short list of people he would like to invite to meet THE ROLLING STONES. I did the only thing I could do, I cried. Yes, the water works came, and I have been crying on and off all day. I feel like shit. My feelings are so hurt.

He tried to explain away his thoughtless actions with "It's at 9 oclock at night!" I said he was right and that I would much rather hang out with THE ROLLING STONES at 1 o'clock in the afternoon. BUT THAT'S NOT GONNA HAPPEN IS IT??

When he "apologizes" it is one of those fake apologies that do not actually take responsibility for the offending action. "I am sorry you are hurt." I'll sorry that hurt right up your big butt buddy. That doesn't count as an apology!!

He sent flowers, and you know what? All I want to do is run over them with the car....about 50 times. Why in the world would I want to look at a big ugly bouquet of flowers that I hate? Cause I think calling the florist and telling them to send flowers is not a sincere gift, cause he doesn't even know what kind of flowers I like, cause the smell of roses makes me want to puke and you know there are roses in there, cause every time he does something like this he sends flowers and comes home and says "That's what they sent? That's not attractive.", cause he calls the same exact florist to send the same exact unattractive rose bearing bouquet every time, AND MOSTLY cause I don't want to be reminded that the man I am obligated to spend the best years of my life with didn't even think to ask if I wanted to meet THE ROLLING STONES.

Comments

[Debbie]

I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt you but he's a guy. Boys are stupid. sorry. Mick Jaggar is really old now anyway. And, like he would probably totally hit on you anyway and your married so better off not to taunt him. :)

[mar]

Ruh Row. Man, boys are sooo dopey sometimes. And then they try to backpedal out of it and it just gets worse and worse.

Hubby has been going to movies and having fun while I am going nutso with all the kids and crap here and then seems offended when I tell him to quit going to movies without me. Dope.

[Anna Banana]

I think roses stink too! Especially.... guilty roses!

men.