Friday, September 23, 2005

Tennis Shoes and Wives

I always feel a bit melancholy this time of year. Nature starts her retreat for winter. And fall, the season I love most, will too quickly run from the chilly north winds. It's the busiest time of year for Marilyn and I. Then to top things off, we got married September 26th. Thirty four years ago monday.
We never seem to be able to do the things we'd like to do to celebrate. We'd love to travel this time of year but it's just not to be. Sometimes we go out to supper on the next 'rainy' day after our anniversary.
I've been giving a lot of thought to our marraige and the resulting family that followed. It's been a great time and I wouldn't change a thing.
I bring this all up because last Wednesday night we had choir practice and went out to eat and then home to bed.
I had taken a shower before going into town. Clean clothes, top to bottom. It was an air conditioned church. I never came close to breaking a sweat.
The incident I'm about to relate to you, has never happened before. The subject has never even come up.
First, I don't have smelly feet. Never have. But, my bride of thirty four years and my tennis shoes, both turned on me at the same moment.
Marilyn had made her nest in bed and left the little light on, beside the bed, so I could find my way. I sat down, took off one shoe, and thought 'is that my feet that stink'? I took off both shoes and both socks and started to get in bed thinking, 'Man I gotta do something about that'. And then it happened.
Half alarmed, ol Precious Moments says "Whats that smell". Followed by, "GET OUT OF HERE, YOU STINK". I tried to lower the level of hostilities by saying "it's those tennis shoes, they've started to smell, I took a shower and had on clean socks". She replied, "then take them with you".
Well I stood my ground (well, laid my ground actually) and it quickly subsided. She went to sleep soon after that, or passed out from the smell, or possibly a lack of oxygen from having the covers over her head. Yep, dismissed like a dog. Does thirty four years of wedded bliss not count for something? How about a dainty "sniff, sniff, what's is that disagreeable smell, dear"? Or "boy, remind me to take the garbage out in the morning, it's starting to go south on us". No,,, just "you stink, get out".
This did get me to thinking. I should probably look into some nursing home insurance.


Green-Eyed Lady(GEL) said...

You both are too young for Nursing Homes. Maybe tennis shoe stock? Doc Scholl's shoe spray/odor eaters? Besides the residents there have noses... Oh, & I'm w/ Marilyn on bluntness, but I probably would of added, "Get those *&^%& shoes outta here, NOW!"

Cliff Morrow said...

Hi gel, bluntness is fairly common here at the Morrow's. I think my shoes will find their way to the compactor but not until I try your odor eaters. Hope they have the 'Now New and Improved -Heavy Duty Version'

Ralph's Homespun Headlines said...

For some reason I can't see Marilyn saying, "What's is that disagreeable smell, dear?"

JUST A MOM said...

HAHAHAHAAAA Cliff, I am thinking that even after all these years, we are still learning things. UUMMM we have just or again learned that not saying anything DOES NOT mean I don't like you. Good job guy I look forward to that long!!

Jamie Dawn said...

Your wife has such a pretty smile. She's a beautiful lady, and I know you're glad to be her hubby.

34 years of marriage do NOT entitle you to enter bed with swiss cheese feet.

The sombrero really gives you a dignified look. I think you should wear it all the time.

Bossy♥'s YOU said...

lol...I think I would get along well with your wife..any time my hubby gets ..or tries to get in my bed with an oder..I kick him and make him shower..LOL

I agree with JD, the sambarao should be worn year round 365:)

Idgie @ the "Dew" said...

Hubby and I are filled with rude comments to each other - but there's deep love behind each gripe.

When I tell him to stop chewing with his mouth open and making foul tooth smacking noises before I scream with disgust.... I mean it with love.


Jerry said...

Now if you had on Ralph's ugly Crocs, I could see why your feet would stink, out of protest.