The Husband Curmudgeon

A true-to-life dialog between an unsympathetic wife and her sainted, misunderstood spouse.

Her:  Why are you pretending to be so grumpy?

Him:  Who's pretending?

Her:  You.  You like to pretend to be a grump.  It's a pose you adopt because you think it's funny.  You've heard of the Comics Curmudgeon?  You're the Husband Curmudgeon.

Him:  It's not a pose.  I am grumpy.

Her:  Save it for the blog, Husband Curmudgeon.

Comments

[Mike Schilling]

On the Internet, no one knows you're a dwarf.

[Linkmeister]

So that would make you a poseur, no?

I shoulda guessed.

[kiosan]

There was a weekend, I don't know, some days or weeks back (or possibly hours; I have insomnia and time often seems quite fluid in a Tennessee Williams kind of fashion - which can be somewhat queasy, if one is a real person and not a fully-realized character in a play about declining Southern gentry and social constructs and psychological malaise); anyway, there was this weekend in recent memory during which I started detailing to Hubby the problem with this election that had me so annoyed I could barely see straight.

After allowing me to go on at some little length, Hubby said "you haven't been blogging for a while," and headed down the stairs to watch the Big Basketball Game.

Which all is to say that, first, insomnia can cause an unpleasant sort of time distortion and I do not recommend it, and, second, blogging is good for the curmudgeonly soul - at least the interesting ones - and only the best spouses understand that. :)

[jfruh]

Thaks for the link! I do have to say, though, that based on an analogy with the title of my site, the "Husband Curmudgeon" would be someone who posted critiques of other people's husbands online without actually having one themselves. It sounds like you have a garden-variety curmudgeonly husband (and I admit to being one of those myself).