Priceless Words…

Well… Got this in the mail and liked it- so its just a copy/paste here 🙂

A husband wakes up at home with a huge hangover.
He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first
thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass of
water on the side table.
He sits down and sees his clothing in front of him,
all clean and pressed. He looks around the room and
sees that it is in perfect order, spotless, clean. So
is the rest of the house.
He takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table.

“Honey, breakfast is on the table, I left early to go
grocery shopping.
Love You!”

Totally shocked with the note , he goes to the kitchen
and sure enough there is a hot breakfast and the
morning newspaper.
His son is also at the table, eating. He asks, “Son,
what happened last night?”
His son says, “Well, you came home around 3 AM, drunk
and delirious.
Broke some crockery, puked in the hall, and gave
yourself a black eye when you stumbled into the door”.
Confused, the man asks, “So, why is everything in
order and so clean, and breakfast is on the table
waiting for me?
I should expect a big quarrel with her!”
His son replies, “Oh, that! Mom dragged you to the
and when she tried to take your clothes n shoes off,
you said,


Self-induced hangover – $ 400.00
Broken crockery – $ 800.00
Breakfast – $ 10.00
Saying the Right Thing While Drunk – “PRICELESS “

There are truly some things that both money and
Mastercard can’t buy….


You know he reads your blogs…

When in the middle of a roaring argument and he’s walking out of the room, he turns around and says – ” You know, you really are a bundle of contradictions like you’ve mentioned in your blog! I just cant understand you sometimes!” and walks off…

And I burst out laughing!! *grin*

Travel Jinxed?

Well! On our trip to Chennai i suddenly realised that every trip of ours – we’ve had some small issue. Unless there is some uncomfortable incident – our trip just doesnt get completed!

I was recollecting all our trips, the bumpy ride from munnar to thekkady for 3 hrs-scared that the car we were travelling in would come apart! The trip to Mussorrie in the state road transport – which was overflowing with people that we feared it would topple off the cliff, the delayed train journey to Goa, the hour and half long wait in a dirty railway station to take us to Cochin…

And in the US – the scariest was the drive to chicago – we drove right into a storm and could barely see 5 feet ahead of us and it was only the 2 of us… The longest wait for more than an hour in columbus airport waiting for the new Skybus airplane to arrive! – to get to LA. The last minute special security check that almost made us miss our flight to Raleigh,the sleep deprived drive to niagara,the trip to NY where we forgot our passports and realised after 2 hrs of driving (we returned back to take the passports but we were never asked for any proof of identity anywhere – empire state building or the statue of liberty) – waste of 4 hrs of driving back and forth… The saddest when we left Columbus for good – we thought we had missed a piece of luggage,And by far the most worrying – the drive to the airport in SFO to catch our flight back home -we got a scare that we had lost our passports and after frantic searching for nearly an hour-got it right where it was supposed to be! All thanks to Bro and hubby for giving me a mini heart attack!

But ofcourse when we wanted something to go wrong for once, it never did – The time we went to Cary to meet cousins and just didnt want to come back. As luck would have it, all flights out of Cary were cancelled due to bad weather but the guy at the counter said “Oh! You are very lucky – yours is the only flight out of Raleigh which is on time!” I felt Oh! Soo unlucky at that moment,I ended up cursing the guy!!

Very recently a couple of weeks back we had to go out for a 2 day pilgrimage trip of sorts and the bus got stuck within the city for more than an hour – it was pouring and the window wasnt closing completely – so I had a shower right there sitting by the window of that bus stuck in a traffic jam…

Despite all that we’ve always had great vacations. So now we kind of expect something like this to happen atleast once on our trip. But the worst so far and the reason that brought it all on – We went to chennai last weekend by a local transport on a night journey and there were bed bugs on our seats X-( From the moment the bus started and we realised that its just not mosquitoes biting us-we’ve scratched ourselves raw through out the journey. During the short break on the way-we found and killed 3 of those bugs but we’ve scratched thru the night and by morning we had rashes on our skin. To top it off the hotel we had booked gave us a pathetic room which had a fine layer of dust on everything. I wiped the sink tap, the shower fitting and the clothes hanger with the tissues myself and we just couldnt take in the dust on the bed – though we desperately wanted to get some sleep after that harrowing night – we had to pay extra and call the service just to put clean bedsheets and give us clean rugs. After that though we never had any trouble with anything we never could relax and were jittery through out the trip. Poor hubby’s still got mild rashes on his arms 😦

Well, I just hope the next time around the jinx wont be that bad!

Only Woman thing?

I have a cousin’s wedding coming up in a couple of weeks and I was discussing the plans of when and where to meet and such. I mentioned to an aunt that I wanted to go to the parlour for the wedding reception and that hubby would be dropping me off at the parlour and picking me back up. And she was shocked.She said you ask him to take you to the parlour?! Like I was doing some grave mistake! Yes! My hubby does take me to the parlour and will come back to pick me up if I have to wait or will even wait for like say 10 mins out there if I can get out by then. And I’ve seen a lot of husbands doing that too… Waiting patiently outside for an hour or so, listening to music in the car for their wife to come out… and I’ve also seen the smile on the husband’s face when the wife comes out with maybe a new haircut, noticed the wife preening and showing off and heard them discuss that new haircut – when did i notice so much? Well – when I waited for my hubby to pick me up from the parlour -ofcourse! Do I do that?-Yes I do- before I show my new haircut to anyone else-I would want his opinion -the only one that actually matters-so whats wrong if I discuss my new haircut with him or he picks me up from a parlour- If I dont tell him i went to the parlour – does it mean he never notices ‘the whatever’ change in me?!! Please! Its NOT a crime to ask your husband to take you to the parlour!

When something as small as this is an issue – I wonder what people are going to tell if I say I want my husband with me when I deliver my baby! (Whenever thats gonna be!) Many of my friends have had babies in the last 1-1.5 years. And every one of them said that they didnt have their hubbys with them. My question to them has always been – didnt you want him to be there? Though they personally did, they were told by the elders not to let the man in as its not a very comfortable thing. Obviously it isnt,and the hubby will be well aware of it-wouldnt it give the mother some moral support if her hubby is in there-supporting her through all that pain? I for one am going to put up all the fight I have to – just to have him there- to experience it along with me! Well whats wrong with it? And yes I would want him to be the first to carry our baby too – irrespective of how many elders are there waiting… even before either of the grandparents get a chance- well-its OUR baby – and its his right to carry the baby! And I’ve asked this too – If he’s not in there with you then havent the mothers felt that the baby’s dad has to hold the little one first? And another thing I’ve hear -the new dad doesnt know how to carry the baby – what if he carries it clumsily and hurts the baby! What the hell!Its not like the dad is irresponsible -its HIS baby he’s going to carry-dont tell me he’s going do anything to harm it infact he’s probably going to be more careful since he’s as worried as anyone else to not cause it any harm! And well-high time he starts to learn!

But,Im so glad that most men I’ve met recently have no qualms about dropping/picking up their wife from the parlour or waiting out for them. And also am glad that they take complete interest in their pregnant wife and want to be a part of the process including during the delivery – which is a refreshing change from the previous generation – say Dad and Dad-in-law who obviously had nothing to do with their wife going to the parlour and as for a baby – hmmm, the less said the better…Let the tribe of such men increase!

Hmmm, this sounds like a stupid rant but I had to get it out of my system.Especially both of these discussions happened in such close succession that it got to me.