The first crack

So now that everyone has facebook and can see my babies on a regular basis I have decided to go another direction with my blog. I live in the northwest. Yay me. I am from the south. Insert sad face here. I never knew you could be from the same country and still have so many differences from one coast to the other. I will elaborate. I have been married to Dan the man for 10 years now.(Shocking,I know)I remember the very first time that I noticed we came for different places. Oh I knew he wasn't southern, but he was American and spoke English. How different could we be? I have lived in lots of places all over the world and thought Americans were Americans, but alas we are not.

As a new couple one of the first rights of passage is going grocery shopping for the first time together. I have always loved grocery shopping. I like being in charge of most things. It horrified me as a child to have to go to the store and help my mom pick out what she wanted. I wanted more sophisticated food than hamburger helper, but I digress. So, upon entering the store I say "Dan go get a buggy". He looks at me, totally confused and with a half smile asks me to repeat myself. By this time I am annoyed. I don't ask for things twice. "A buggy, get one" I repeat. He laughs and says he has no idea what I am talking about. When I point and repeat myself again he just stands there. "How about a please?!" He did not just say that to me in front of God and everyone. How dare he infer that I am rude. "Shut up and get a dadgum buggy". He still stands there. I think maybe he is really dumb and mothers don't teach their sons anything where he is from.

I walk over, jerk a buggy free and head into the store. He follows me the entire time lecturing me about my manners. A southern boy would not mistake my silence for agreement, but Dan does. Little does he know he has just unleashed something unpleasant on himself. I think it was the first time he realized that I save my fighting and yelling for when we get home. I do not air my business in the middle of the grocery store. Apparently you just fight anywhere according to Dan. Not me, I have some dignity.

So I informed him when we got home on the proper term for said shopping cart and when, which is never, to criticize my "manners". It is quite a different picture when we go to the store now. Most times I go alone, but if he comes with me and I tell him to grab a buggy he just does. The kids are so used to me calling it a buggy they don't even flinch, but if anyone says anything about it Dan is quick to quiet them.
And I only have to ask once.