December 6, 2011

I could never answer to a whistle.

The Sound of Music
Captain von Trapp: Now, when I want you, this is what you will hear.  *blows whistle*

Maria: Oh, no, sir. I'm sorry, sir! I could never answer to a whistle. Whistles are for dogs and cats and other animals, but not for children and definitely not for me. It would be too... humiliating. 

Captain von Trapp: Fraulein, were you this much trouble at the Abbey? 

Maria: Oh, much more, sir. 

Captain von Trapp: Hmm. 

*He starts walking away. Maria blows her whistle and he turns around*

Maria: Excuse me, sir. I don't know your signal.

Captain von Trapp:  You may call me, Captain. 

*sigh* I LOVE that movie.

Another thing I love, is Hubby. And something I love about him is that he doesn't yell. Honest.

Probably because he's not a stay-at-home mom.

*snort* Sorry. I couldn't resist.

Now, I'm not entirely sure when I first started to notice it. A few years after we had been married I think. And what's worse is, I'm not sure how long I've actually been automatically responding to it!

But often, instead of calling my name or raising his voice to get my attention, he whistles.

Yes, whistles.

It's the same dadgum little whistle every time too. When he does it, I know it's for me and out of habit, I will acknowledge him.

Unless I'm annoyed.

Then I may or may not admit to pretending not to hear him until he calls out my name.

Even then, sometimes I may or may not admit that I will continue to ignore him.

Not that I would ever publicly acknowledge that. Especially not on a blog that he reads.

Ahem.... awkward.

The worst part of this whole deal is... I can't whistle!

There. Now you know one of my deepest, darkest secrets. So don't tell anyone.

But you know what that means right? I can't make up my own little whistle for him!

Life can be cruelly unfair.

Anyway, I am grateful that he's not a yelling man. Truly I am.

But the other night, this whole... 'alternative methods of getting my attention' thing reached a whole new level.

There I was, minding my own business on the computer downstairs, when I heard my phone ring upstairs.

Hubby has his own ring on my phone. It was his ring that I was hearing at that moment.

Oh that dirty little dog. (thought with true love and affection of course)

Smirking, (because I admit I thought it was kind of funny, but I wasn't about to let HIM know that) I walked about half-way up the stairs until I was looking through the stair railings over at him laying on the couch.

I folded my smirky-defiant arms across my smirky-defiant chest, and with my best smirky-defiant face I gave him my best and most clever smirky-defiant speech.

Me: Did you really just call my phone to get my attention........ really?

Hubby, grinning like a kid in a candy store stated: Well it worked didn't it!

Doh! Ah nuts.

I HATE when he's right!

14 super cool people speak:

Tristan said...

Hahaha, that's funny! Yep, love The Sound of Music and have shared the joy with my hubby and children. No whistling for people here. I do remember once my hubby was trying to be sneaky with the kids around him on the couch and sent a message from his Ipod to me asking if I wanted to bake cookies with the kids. Now, I was about 15 feet away from him. He didn't get up. He didn't even look my direction. (rolling eyes) I messaged back that if he wasn't up for talking to me from 'all the way over there' then he could at least sign his question in ASL. Of course he then pointed out the kids all knew ASL and so they would then clamor for baking cookies. Drat - he was right.

And yes, we baked the cookies.

Garden of Egan said...

That's hilarious!

Sue said...

When I am in the office and my husband is waaaaay down the hallway, through the entryway and kitchen, and sitting in the family room where it is impossible for any amount of shouting to get his attention, I confess to calling him on our extra line. It's called laziness...


tomiannie said...

I texted my hubby just this morning when he was downstairs and I was still in bed and trying to go back to sleep...

Heather (wife, mom) said...

Cute- I can't whistle either. It's truly troubling at times.

I find myself yelling too. Not at the husband, but to get his attention. The other day, I yelled down the stairs for some help with the kids getting out of the bath, "Daddy! We're ready for you!" to which my four-year-old said, "He's not your daddy. You should call him David." Point taken, and I've tried to be better.

Amy said...

Growing up I thought the whistling things was so terrible. Now that I have my own 7 children I think it is a GREAT idea!!!

My dad snapped his fingers to get our attention. I do that to my kids now. For my husband, I have considered a 2x4!

Cherie said...

That is truly funny!
Now that you mention it I have taken to texting my husband when I am to lazy to go find him. Ha!

Sarah said...

I have a lot of respect for a man who doesn't yell! Too bad I've been a little weak at that myself lately!

This was CUTE! And funny:)

I looooooove you Girl!

Stef said...

OKay, yeah that is just wrong on so many levels. And yet funny on all the same levels. Heh. You just inspired my blog for tomorrow....

The Bagley Family said...

I am thankful my DH comes from a naturally LOUD family (sadly two of my three children inherited this gene for being loud), they shout, talk, laugh and call for other people LOUD...I come from a quiet family, very little yelling (unless at bad little children which can be often!!) BUT I am thankful for the larger decibal that he calls me at since I am so very hard of hearing Sadly we cannot afford the hearing aidesi need, those suckers are expensive!! But on a bright note, if I hear him bellowing for me...and I know if is to clean, cook, or do an errand I have no interest in I can fein total deafness and get away with only a mild dirty look because he never really knows if I heard him or not;)

Sarah said...

Okay, and I just saw the hairbow pics on the facebook link. HOLY STINKIN' COW, those are SO darn CUTE! We need to talk about which ones are not sold out! You free in the next couple of days? How fun is this? :)

Mama Smith said...

Ha! I am glad I am not the only one who resorts to "cleverness"...My husband claims he doesn't HEAR very well...(snort!) I will INSTANT MESSAGE him on his computer...(just in the other room)...because, I KNOW he isn't BLIND...yet! (smile)

mCat said...

That makes me laugh. Splenda and I have been known to text each other, right as we sit next to one another. Especially if we want to mock or whisper about something going on in the room that we don't want anyone else to hear. Yes we are mature adults (NOT)

Garvin Smith said...

I really can't hear all that well. Too much rock and roll in my youth. Well, too much rock and roll, period!
Great post, Scupper.

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