I Believe In You!


Our latest running bit, for those who keep track of such things, is “I believe in you!


Allow me to explain.  Fair warning: this isn’t one of those stories that casts me in a flattering light.


John Stamos "why am I not surprised?"



Offspring had been asked to do the dishes and clean up after whatever horrible spattery thing he’d made for himself before spending the night at his friend’s house.  Obviously he did not do this and now you’re all caught  up so I can get to the actual conversation, which is probably the only reason you even clicked this link.


ME:  (reading peacefully)
HIM:  I can make jumpalaya* tonight, but he kind of left a mess in the kitchen.
ME:  (looks up)  Fine, I’ll go have a look and clean it up, but—
HIM:  I can do it, I’m just annoyed.
ME:  Okay, but then you’ll be more annoyed and dinner will take longer.  Or I can do it in a bit—
HIM:  It’s not even that much, he just left some stuff on the counter and I need the stock pot clean.
ME:  Yes.  Fine.  And I will do all of that.  Later.  It’s not urgent, right?
HIM:  (sighs)
ME:  When did you need to start jumpalaya?
HIM:  Now?
ME:  Seriously?
HIM:  Well… I skipped lunch.  If I go have a snack… in the next couple hours?
ME:  Okay, so not urgent.  Which means I can do it in a bit and it’ll be fine.
HIM:  I can do it, I’m just annoyed.
ME:  Oh my god.  I’ll do it, okay?  But you came in here, and I’m reading.  And I’m not only in the middle of a chapter, I’m in the middle of a paragraph—in the middle of a damned sentence, even—and I’d really like to have a moment to finish this paragraph, get to a stopping point, and then go tidy up the kitchen.
HIM:  (sighs)  Fine.
ME:  (goes back to reading)
HIM:  (leaves)


One Eternity Later


ME:  (reading)
HIM:  (from the next room)  Hey honey?
ME:  Mmmm?
HIM:  … How’s that paragraph coming?
HIM:  …
ME:  I’m… still working on it.  It’s a tough one, you know?
HIM:  Okay.
ME:  (feels terrible, decides this will absolutely be the last chapter)
HIM:  I believe in you!
ME:  (collapses in fit of giggles)









* No, not jambalaya.  Jambalaya is yummy, but Husband makes jumpalaya, which is so delicious it literally makes me jump around the kitchen chanting, “Jump, jump, jumpalaya!” until it’s done.**

** No, I cannot explain why he puts up with me.





7 comments on “I Believe In You!

  1. Gale says:

    Now that renaming of a dish has caused me to get an earworm. Either the Van Halen or Pointer Sisters song, I don’t know. Ah well, the earworm may make up its mind.

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  2. Your husband cooks???? I know why you put up with HIM!

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  3. Arionis says:

    I don’t know why it is, but every time I hear the word Jambalaya (now jumpalaya) I have to say out loud, “Cha, cha, cha.”

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