Tales of A Lukewarm Tamale: TMI? You decide. ;)

Well, I have learned a lot as of late about the mysterious and Illusive Hubby Thought Process. Here are just a few examples that are based on my new found knowledge and experiences. And I thought I would share these insights with the world, or really just my sis because she is the only one that reads it - HOLLA JENNIFER! - Back to the crazy hubby thing. #1 When I had to pick up Glenn from work (because his company truck was being used by another employee), I did so with glee and love in my heart, even though the 80 below temps were very discouraging, and I had already put on comfy sweats. Also, while parked in the company parking lot, I said nothing when I had to wait for him, even as the frigid winds tossed me and fro. However when he finally got in the car, I noticed his cold his ears might get frozen with such mighty cold conditions. In a very loving manner, with the best of intentions, I asked the hub if he would like me to get him a cool scarf featuring manly images of heavy equipment to warm his ears. Without batting an eye, he mentioned the potential safety/death issues associated with scarves and machinery. Good call on that one for the Glenny! Though a little recognition for my concern for Glenn's warmth would have been appreciated. That brings up another point. Apparently, manly men like my sweet Glenn get slightly peeved when their co-employees find out that I have, on occasion, referred to him as Glenny. According to my Glenny, I once inadvertently called him that at work, in front of his manly friends, and he received quite a bit of ribbing for that one. And I was just trying to show my love for my sweet and lovely hubby. Crazy I know! Thank god they don't know I also call him Glenderelly when he is cleaning like a madman. ;) Tonight, in another loving gesture, while folding his laundry, I happened upon a particular pair of navy underpants that were sold free with his normal brand. He hates these particular blue underpants. And he only wears them reluctantly when we get way behind on laundry. So on the band of said undergarments, I wrote his name with lots of little hearts, colored in black permanent marker to really make a statement. The entire front band is filled with pretty little hearts surrounding Glenn's name. Beautiful, I know, I know. And original! Glenn quickly noticed the embellishments as he went to put away his laundered clothing, and did not exactly seem overwhelmed with love and gratitude. Bummer, yep.
He even has the nerve to ask me if I honestly thought he wouldn't chuck them in the trash ASAP, not to mention ever wear them again. Rather chilly response I thought. Absolutely ungrateful for the wonderful and loving wife that I am. CLEARLY! Not to worry my friend, I quickly managed to convince him of my love and appreciation for his presence in my life. Somehow, I even convinced him that this was a very special, loving action on my part, and that I would be crushed if he didn't at least understand that. Thanks to Catholic guilt, he fell faster than a stack of cards only a windy day, folks. And, as an added bonus, he didn't notice my second message on the opposite side of the band. In very bold print the following message is displayed: