Wednesday, December 22, 2010

I've Been Enabled!

Last Sunday we played games at Tawnya and Isaac's house.  It's always so fun.  It's always filled with good company, good food, and a plethora of sarcasm.  I can't be a hundred percent sure, but I'm pretty darn sure that a good chunk of that sarcasm actually came out of my mouth and was directed towards my husband.  (Dun dun dun dun...)  And because I felt so free, it did allow others to jump on the proverbial band wagon and lend a helping hand.

Now before the "sarcasm is evil and can lead to no good" alerts go off and I'm condemned by everyone as a mean wife, it's high time we got a few things straight.

First.  I absolutely adore my husband!  Adore!  I practically worship the ground he walks on!  And there are several reason for this which we won't get into here because I simply don't have the time to list them all because it would be a long list which may or may not involve the fact that he cleans the bathrooms and he laughs at my jokes.

Second.  Not all sarcasm is bad.  In fact, perhaps my sarcasm isn't really sarcasm by Webster's definition.  It's more like playfully teasing.  And in this particular game night case it would have practically been a crime not to say something.  A crime.  Did you ever see that episode of Friends where Chandler makes a New Year's resolution to not be sarcastic and he almost explodes?  Yeah, that might be me.

Anyway, there is a point.  David informed me this morning that a member of the game night party felt the need to clear the air and make sure that the teasing that was done didn't make him feel bad which led us to discuss the situation.

L: did you feel bad
D: No.
L: Good, I didn't think so

There, that clears it up right!  Okay, there was more.  As we explored the ins and outs of our relationship we came to find that we pretty much both enable the teasing.  In fact, we feed off of each other to the point of ridiculousness. And like grade schoolers, we tease the one's we love right.  It was also decided that if this was the only means of communication between us, then there would be a problem.  A pretty big one in fact.  As it stands we talk to each other a lot.  We express our love to each other a lot.  I mean a. lot.  I don't think that we could survive the blessings and trials without holding on to each other for dear life.

Now, because we can't be too gushy and mushy and all around sickeningly sweet (mostly because my constitution can't handle it, even typing that sentence made me shudder a little... or a lot) we have different ways of expressing our love and it works for us.  In fact it works quite well.  We laugh with each other, sometimes at each other, but mostly with each other.

So, we enable each other to act as crazy and silly and sarcastic as we do.  And although it may look dangerous from the outside, don't worry, we're on top of it.  We still hold hands at church, we still snuggle up together at night.  And David, even though that Queen of Diamonds you just threw away would have won us the game... I still love you.

4 comments:

  1. Um...are you sure he's ok? There's a racket ball sized welt on Isaac's back that says differently! (Ha! I kid...) He didn't mention he said anything. He did feel badly that David was mostly on the getting end.

    (though, it may be tough to live down that Queen of Diamonds, so...)

    Merry Christmas!

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  2. Ha! He's laughing out loud even as I type! And now he's feeling bad about the ball!

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  3. Isaac said I needed to ground David from hitting him with the ball instead of grounding them from playing! So...David, you're grounded! (Though this is a particularly amazing ball shaped welt. Even better than the neck!)

    :)

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  4. It's my fault really, as Dave implied, when I play racquetball, I take up the whole court, almost as if I'm ten-eleven-twelve feet tall. How could you not hit that (I can't believe I just typed that). Points to you Laura if you get the reference before Tawnya.

    -Isaac

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