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.
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.
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!