The DH parked me, chuck and charlie crutches on a bench by the pharmacy while he waited in a very long line. As he neared the register he turned to me and mouthed the words, 'when is your birthday?' Keep in mind that I was 'parked' approximately 10+ feet from where he stood. I quietly told him the date. The DH has a hearing problem which he adamently denies but trust me, he has one.
He then leaned forward and said, "huh?" I told him once again thinking he could also read lips. Obviously not.
He asked one more time and this time I said the date loud and clear omitting the year which I wasn't about to say.
He asked, "what year?" and I promptly told him, "two years from your's" and he loudly confirmed it by stating the year.
He then turned and said, "are you sure? I thought your birthday was on the __th."
Dear husband, I do believe I know my own birthday.
I'm a bit suprised he didn't go to the front service desk and have it broadcast on the pa system.
My DH had no idea the snickers coming from the line after all he was on a mission. Sometimes I just have to laugh.
I couldn't allow this post without a little color. This was dyed before the fall.
It's getting hot and humid here again and I've cast on more projects.
Wonder how Chuck and Charlie Crutch would feel about knitted coverings? :D