Curses! Foiled Again...

Yesterday I was thinking of Valentine's Day. I hate Valentine's Day because it never turns out the way I want it to, and I completely understand that movie My Bloody Valentine.

Anyway, I was thinking of the post I wanted to do and it had Ward Cleaver showcased as the "Swoon-worthy Regular Joe."

I thought up great interview questions... some that I would post here and some that Blogger would probably cause me to have that "Content on this blog is highly offensive, if you are good with things highly offensive then click Okay, you weirdo." warning before the page appears.

I sent him an email that said:

I think it would be fun to do a post with you as the star. Just answer these questions for me okay?

DO THIS! Don't just delete this email. Pay attention to me and DO THIS!!

I love you.

In this email I had all kinds of great questions like:

"What is your favorite thing about me?"

"What is your favorite thing about being a man?"

"Do you admit that you have horrible handwriting?"

"Are you sorry you yelled at me when we were new and young and starting out and I thought we had $946 in our account and not $746 because of your bad handwriting?"

"Why do you throw away important documents like phone numbers and notes scribbled on little pieces of torn paper that I need to keep track of?"

That kind of stuff... nothing painful.

He emailed me back this:

Is this one of those "Do I look fat in these pants" sort of things you ask me?

Not a chance. I am not touching this.

Love ya.

To which I responded:

C'mon! It will be fun, and I promise not to get angry with anything you have to say.

To which he responded:

I don't know who you are or what you are trying to do here... but please let my wife know I can't do this... for security reasons. My OWN security.

And now every time I email him I get an email back that says that my message is "suspected spam."

Who ever told him he could ignore me? I mean, you put a little thing like, AN ENTIRE WORLD between him and I and he thinks he can be all "I'm a MAN! You can't make me do anything I don't want to do!"

I can't even make him watch American Idol with me as punishment!

He may have won this round... but I can guarantee you I will win the war. {cackling sinisterly and shaking my fist in the air for affect}


Traffic Cop Timmy said...

"What is your favorite thing about me?"

You lost him right there! Ain't fallin' for that one! No way, no how! I ain't no dummy! (so to speak)

Rebecca said...

LOL - I think you gave him easy questions too. ;) DVR AI & save it for when he gets home. hehe

Domestically Disabled Girl said...

I've been trying to get my husband to write a guest post on my blog forever now. He just says no. Then? When i do something really stupid, he offers to write about that. (Which happens on a daily basis.)

Anonymous said...

Ward's mom didn't raise any dumb kids!
Aunt Barbara

Kristina said...

LOL Ward knows June will remember everything when he gets home. I mean, email can be printed. We remember every bad thing they say. Do we really expect them to put things like that in writing?

lolaberly said...

I'm an avid shake-the-fist-in-the-air person as well. I'm imagining a Wizard of Oz-esque cackle as in "I'll get you my pretty!" hehe ;)

The e-mail back and forth is reminiscent of me trying to convince my husband to take pictures with me. He hates my photo obsession. I try to explain to him that by the time he's done throwing his hissy fit about it, we could have taken FIVE pictures and had it over with already. Gotta love our crazy men!

lolaberly said...

To continue, I think the one thing that he was happy/excited about with deployment was the fact that for 365 days-ish, he would have a reprieve from my photo demands!

warren said...

I am glad we have fearless men protecting us!

Blessed Mama said...

OK totally not related to this post..but am I the only person anxiously awaiting a pregnancy announcement? HEHEHEHE!!!
You have a smart one there..my dh wouldn't have done it either. Poopers on them!