That's Fine...

We're having our "First Annual Halloween Bash" this Saturday and I couldn't be more excited! Not that I'm really excited about cleaning up all the fake cobwebs we have strewn about the house...but everything else I'm excited about. I'll make sure to post a recap of the party next week. (I know what you're thinking. "she still hasn't even finished recapping the wedding. It'll be 4 months before she posts about Halloween." hmm. good point.)


Anyway, I told Todd "you know that 'first annual' means we have to have this party every year, right?" I'm pretty sure his response was "that's fine." Which brings me to the point of this mini-rant of a post.

"That's fine" tends to be T's response to just about anything I ask him. In most cases, an agreeable husband can be a rare and valuable thing. But in most of our cases, 'it's fine' or 'that's fine' drives me bat-wacky. Pretty much any question I ask Todd -- from "do you want liver for dinner tonight" to "can I spend $500 on a new wardrobe" to "does this make my butt look big" results in a "that's fine" type answer. (Not that I would ever ask any of the above questions. Not even the big butt question. DEFINITELY not that question. Remind me to tell you the story about the 'ice cream and my thighs' story from the first time Todd went to dinner with my family...yeah...he hates when I bring that one up.) I digress...


What I'm saying is that he is so agreeable that even the most ridiculous of questions results in a nonchalant response making me want to kick him in the seat of his pants. Maybe it's just that I'm an overly excited person. For example, if Todd asks me "do you want to have Chipotle for dinner tonight?" I squeal with joy. Or take for instance the time that Todd said I could use our left over Macy's gift cards from our wedding and buy myself a new Coach purse. I debated about it thoroughly -- back and forth -- for about 20 minutes as we walked around Macy's and when he convinced me I should buy it, I practically wet my pants with excitement. In turn I told Todd he could buy himself stuff with the remainder of the gift cards. I'm pretty sure he said "that's fine". And then bought himself socks and underwear. Ok so maybe socks & underwear are light years behind coach purses when it comes to exciting...but come on babe, get excited!!

Now don't get me wrong! I am not complaining about having an agreeable (and adorable mind you) husband. I love that pretty much anything I ask him, he is "ok" with. I love that I can say "I'm wearing sweatpants to your friends party next week" and he'll say "that's fine" (not that I would do that...or would I?). I love that I can tell him "I'm going out for dinner with the girls -- can you feed the dog" and he'll gladly say "that's fine". I'm just askin'...that next time, dear sweet husband...when I say "my hair is dirty today, and I'm going out in public with it just like this"...that instead of saying "that's fine"...maybe you'll actually stop me before I offend innocent onlookers with the rats-nest that is on top of my head.

Oh...and also -- the next time I say "you're spending the next 50+ years of your life stuck with me" maybe give me a little "HELL YEAH!!!" instead of "that's fine". Because to me, spending the next 50+ years of my life with you, will be MORE than fine. :)