My husband takes some of his husbandly duties seriously and some not so much.
His role as Lord Protector is one of those not so much ones. The night before last I checked the perimeter, which is his job as the great big silverback of our small band, and found the front door completely unlocked and slightly ajar at eleven o'clock at night. He was already in bed. Some Lord Protector.
He's very good at getting stuff down for me or picking up the heavy stuff, but he doesn't miss a chance to say something along the lines of, "oh, I need a big, strong man to pick up this heavy box because I am just too weak," or, "I'm too small to reach it," in mincing tones. It makes me want to hit him, but I know he likes the fact that I need him because he's bigger and stronger than I am.
But his role as court jester he takes very seriously and is probably the major trait of his that lead me to marry him. If I'm grumpy he always keeps at doing or saying something silly and then when I smile or laugh he says, "there it is!" Sometimes he's just funny. This morning he said, "guess what song I have stuck in my head?"
To which I reply, "Don't tell me! Because your MO is to tell me the song so that it gets stuck in my head and is no longer in your head because you've passed it on. Don't tell me!"
So later in the morning he decides to do it as a joke.
"I wonder if Prince William is thinking about Tom Petty today," he muses while getting himself a snack of sunflower seeds, casually throwing down the seeds.
I confess I walked right into it. "Why is that?" I query.
"Oh my, my. Oh hell yes. Darlin' put on that wedding dress!" he answers, passing on the song and making me laugh. He grins at me, pleased with himself.
My groom amuses me.