The Preachers Wife

Okay, I’ve sat here for like 20 minutes (okay, maybe 2) trying to come up with something witty to share. I have nothing. So, I’ll share a funny from the Hubby and I dating handbook.

The Thing I’ve Learned from Dating A Preacher:

You can’t take what his grandmother says to heart.

We had been dating a whole 2 months, if that, when I was over at his grandparents house. For the life of me I don’t have a clue where Hubby was at but he wasn’t around. Grandma has a boo-koo of cats that roam around her property. One is a poor little blind cat that has a chunk missing out of his ear who is named Robin (Batman, his counter part, was a 30 pound cat who inevitably got too fat to do anything other than run to his food bowl, he’s dead now. RIP). Now my husband’s name is very close to the name Robin, and being the grandma that Grandma is, she calls Robin my husband’s name.

(Is this too confusing?)

Anyway, so I was at Grandma’s and we were talking. Suddenly she said “That (insert my husband’s name) messed in the floor again this morning. I was so mad when I had to clean it up. There was poop and pee everywhere.”

Hold up.

Did she say my preacher boyfriend pooped and peed in the floor? And she had to clean it up. And did she say again? Like he’s done this before?

Needless to say I had to reevaluate my decision to date this boy. I mean yes, he’s wonderful and all but do I really want to clean up poop and pee every morning from a grown man?

Thankfully within a few minutes she hollered at Robin (using my husband’s name) and told him to get down off of the table. I breathed a sigh of relief. Now, it’s just a funny story that I often remind my Hubby of. And no, I haven’t had to clean up any poop or pee and he doesn’t get up on top of the table either. He’s a good boy.

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