Don’t Touch a Man’s Mixed TapesMarch 3, 2008 at 11:07 am | Posted in Family | 8 Comments
Hubby and I are alike in so many ways. One being we don’t like a lot of extra junk lying around the house.
Knick Knacks – no.
Shelf stuffers – no.
Random things that don’t have a purpose - no.
I can’t stand it. I need to be able to see where things are and able to get to things I need at a moments notice. It is the type A in me screaming to get out.
However, my serious need to rid my house of junk has gotten me in trouble.
I messed up. I messed up bad. I threw out Hubby’s mixed tapes.
I guess some things you just shouldn’t mess with. Mine being my hummus and hubby being his mixed tapes. I never knew something so silly would have hit such a nerve. I guess I need to be more mindful when I do my cleaning out.
A recent conversation:
Hubby: Have you seen my box of mixed tapes?
Me: Mixed tapes?
Hubby: Yeah, the old ones I made on my boom box when I was a teenager. (I forgot we called them that, so 90′s)
Me: The tapes that have nothing but hours of random 80′s radio on it?
Hubby: Yeah, my mixed tapes. Where are they?
Hubby: I just want to know where they are. I might want to listen to them.
Me: Ok. Well, 1) How would you listen to them? Exactly when was the last time you saw a tape player? 2) Why would you want to do that? 3) Is it really that important to hear the original version of Beat It? I threw them out. I thought they were trash.
Hubby: (Eyes grow wide) Why? When?
Me: I don’t think I need a why, they were 80′s random radio mixed tapes. And when was about three years ago when you were in Iraq and I had hauled countless piles of your crap around for the fourth time when I moved to the second apartment and I refused to move countless piles of junk anymore. Since the place was only 500 square feet it was either room for me and Lily or the mixed tapes and other piles of crap.
Hubby: So you don’t know where they went?
Me: Oh, I know where they went, right in the trash compactor.
Hubby: Why would you do that?
Me: Why wouldn’t I do that? It was a mixed tape.
Hubby: But it was my tapes (pouts).
Me: Well, since it has been three years and you never asked for them before now I am guessing that they weren’t that big of a deal.
Hubby: But they were my mixed tapes. (looking crushed like he just lost his prized possession.)
Seriously, does this make me a bad wife?
So, if anyone knows where I can get my hands on some random 80′s music without having to Itunes it just to say I am sorry please let me know!