Wishing I Could Call Rent-a-Husband

Yesterday, it occurred to me that this whole "being single works for me" stance may be a little overrated.  Most of the time I got no complaints. Yesterday, I had a complaint.  You see, if I was living with my (imaginary) husband, my day would have gone differently.   This is what would have happened if I was married:

 

Me:  Honey, there are ceiling lightbulbs that are burned out in every room. They need to be replaced. 

 

Imaginary Hubby:  Yes, Dear. I'll get on it right away.

 

-10 minutes later-

 

Imaginary Hubby:  Babe, all done!

 

Me: Thanks, Sweetie. You're the best!

 

 

 

 

Instead, this is what happened, in real life.

 

Me (on the telephone to handyman):  Hi, Charlie. It's Eleanore. I'm wondering if you can come over to change some lightbulbs in my ceiling?

 

Charlie: Sure

 

Me: Great. Can you come tomorrow?

 

Charlie: Can't do it tomorrow.

 

Me: Wednesday ?

 

Charlie: No.

 

Me: Thursday?

 

Read more:  http://www.thespinsterliciouslife.com/2012/04/calling-rent-husband.html

 

EleanoreW

Author:  The Spinsterlicious Life: 20 Life Lessons for Living Happily Single and Childfree.


Blog: www.TheSpinsterliciousLife.com

 

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